Why can't I stop thinking about Christoph? My heart leaps in joy every time I see him, and behind my mask, I blush! No one else has ever made me feel like this! Is it—could it—be true that I am in love? But who would love this monster? He hasn't seen my horrid visage yet, so he has no idea. Surely if he sees me, he will scream or run in terror!
Surgery has never been a real option for me. It was ruled out a very long time ago. Too much distortion, not enough to work with were the reasons that have been given. And believe me, they tried. But whenever it came close to success, my body rejected the prosthetics.
Does he even think of me like I do him? Or is it yet another instance of unrequited love? Like the love that consumed my soul, mind, heart, and body, when my soul was known as Erik? Am I doomed to a pathetic, undeserved, unrequited romance once again?
I should probably stop thinking of Christoph. All this worrying and musing will get me nowhere for sure, and probably get me in trouble, too.