It keeps growing...

My affection for her is growing everyday.

My actions need to be executed perfect.

I calculate the most perfect time to strike, and do so accordingly.

My answers are already rendered, as I already know them to my questions - as I ask them to her.

I smile, hoping I succeeded in my little work of art as I walk away.

I fear this affection may be the cause of my self-destruction.

 

Cool story, 10/10 would read again. ty op for making my day