The creepiest, yet the most positive one to me. Since long haven't I taste such touching hope. Idealistic as it is, don't be sullen to your unspeakable being and try to find, or at least try to believe there's another one, with monstrosity amid beauty.
This is the fairy tale that I need. Right on the contrary to the horseshit like "true love doesn't care about exterior", what's on the outside does matter. But it's just that I love what I yearn for, there might be no so called "unspeakable". I love what I love, even there's an anus on your face.
