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I don’t know if I am hopelessly in love with Wednesday, or if I hate her with my entire being.
Wednesday Addams is an anomaly. In the textbook sense, I would be stating the obvious, but what I mean is that Wednesday Addams is my lifelong affliction; she is the bane of my existence, the source of my despair. My constant calamity, if you will.
Rather than just Wednesday herself, it is how she makes me feel that irks me to no end.
For as long as I can remember, my mind has been filled by a constant stream of thoughts; whether it’s a trickle or a flood, some semblance of noise is always there. Wednesday is that noise. My head goes in circles, a typhoon of words and images, only of her. The effect she has on me is unmatched, and it makes me want to smash my head into a fucking wall.
She is art. She is the pinnacle of perfection, from the dip of her nose to the shape of her lips. Her eyes rival the ocean with their dark depth, a stony, frigid layer of armor making up the barrier between the outside world and that intrepid soul of hers. Her stature is poised, constantly aware of everything and everyone around her, to the point where nothing can get past her. The only thing more breathtaking than Wednesday’s beauty is Wednesday’s mind.
She is incredibly clever, her capacity for knowledge so wide and winding that there isn’t a limit to what she knows. I would give anything to be caught in her labyrinth, dragged to-and-fro by her calculated hands. I yearn for her to lead the way, to guide me through the maze and offer me little pieces of her life, however small they may be.
I wish for her to see me as worthy. Worthy of her presence, worthy of her words. For her to see me as something more than just the boy she saved from incineration all those years ago.
I don’t know.
All I do know is that I want to be her friend.