The love i have for that little bastard man transcends the bounds of all human language. Words to describe my sheer infatuation have simply not been invented, nay, shant ever be invented. No nuance of mortal tongue, human or otherwise, could ever illustrate the emotional jubilee nekoarc provides my unworthy existence. I eat for nekoarc, i breathe for nekoarc, i sleep for nekoarc. To say i exist for nekoarc may be the most candor expression befitting my unyielding passion for nekoarc. Nekoarc is my one true love; my one true fervor.