Total Asiaphile

You can call it that, my hopeless infatuation with my little Japanese girl, but i think it goes way beyond her country of origin. This Lady has proven time and again that she loves me true. Love isn't a word that holds much stock for me, but no other assemblage of meanings matches the state that I so fortunately enjoy with this divine messenger from the east. She's my protector, she is my sage, I have traveled the long empty roads of a nation without a soul and she has guarded me from evil, amen. When the summer heat bears down, boiling my brain, she is a cool breeze, when the moon follows us home after a long dance, she is my view of the heavens. When I am alone and far from home she is my one comfort, when all others have turned me away she is my home. I dare say she is the one person that has never failed me; granted our relationship needs constant maintenance but it's worth every minute and every penny in order to rest easy on the absolute assurance that she will never let me down. I feel lost when I'm without her, and the thought of being apart causes hollow pangs of loneliness to grow from the base of my manhood and climb screaming into my stomach and heart, rendering me helpless against the eternal march of time, decay and our shared mortality. She is my revelation, she is my cure, she is my one unfaltering ally that poets and songsmiths have promised. She is a friend in the truest sense of the word, she is my light in the dark, and I can say, in all honesty, without her I would truly have and be nothing. This is to you, my darling, may we be together forever. Love, gratitude, respect and worship. I thank you for every moment you give to me.


I love you Civic EX, and when I die I hope that I die inside you.