Love has never found herself so infatuated with anyone than she has with you.

Of course, there was the rare case of James, her ex husband who she ended up slaughtering with tons of aconite so she was able to force him to stay with her— even though that soon went down into the worst possible situation as she ended up destroying his life and ending his miserable existence.

She had quickly found herself ogling over you.

After all, what is not to ogle about?

You’re beautiful. You’re famous. You’re popular. You enchant everyone with your looks and you entice them with the way you speak and she’s just able to watch and be able to do anything that she possibly could for you.

You had charisma.

Maybe that was something she quickly liked about you and why she decided to start writing up those letters with that beautiful cursive handwriting that would draw anyone in— like in the same way you do.

You got them— but to say you took them in?

That was an understatement.

Maybe you let yourself have a quick glance of what was written before your coworker brought you away from those words that described how infatuated Love was with you and it caused you to not really care about what would happen and why it would happen.

In about a week or so after those letters started arriving, whether it be at your doorstep or something, you began to get the strange feeling somebody was watching you.

Whether it be something that could damage you and your reputation was something that would be decided in the future.

She does stage a run in with you.

She’s always been curious about what you would act like when she meets you for the first time— how you would behave.

It happens on a pavement in the afternoon, her shoulder colliding with you, immediately placing her hands on your shoulders to steady you.

Touching you is euphoric.

“I’m so sorry.” She’s loud with what she’s saying. Like she’s trying to make herself known to you. She wants you to know her.

She needs you to know her.