It’s still you, my majesty

I never thought I was capable of being this thirsty for you for so long. Thirsty of you—your flesh, your soul, and your whole existence. To the point that I taste my lips and wipe them with my fingers from the drooling of just thinking about every fiber of you, moving on has been so impossible to attest. It’s like a soul tie that I’m unable to breach, but I will not stop trying. because I have a genuine love for you. But before that, I'm going to confess here how much I want you from a distance, while at the same time making sure that I keep myself away from you. I never felt so insane, my goddess. And if this is a movie, I'll surely feel sad about myself. I don’t know what's in you. I don't know why I have this unquenchable desire for you. Years have nothing to do with this; this torment is hard to bear. I want to be free from you, my goddess, but what if Every person that I encounter still reminds me of you? They remind me of the warmth that comes from your voice, up to the clarity and light that come out with every word you utter from your mouth. Still, it is you—it's you—that I think about, the existence that I fantasize about; you're the reason why my body quivers with peculiar ease. You're still the person I dreamed of, but who knows? What if I suddenly forget the person who adds beauty and value to every beat of my heart? For all I know, you are imprinted in my soul. Tattoed in my skin. Vitamin to my system. Healing in my mind and the fuel for my burning passion. For all I know, it's still you. I'm still madly, secretly, and repressively in love with you M.  I wrote this letter for you, my goddess, before my next attempt to break our soul tie.