There are only one way to show you how much I have you under my breath. Showing that I love you, that’s all that matters. Love is all that matters in the end. When I die, I loved you, intensely. I don’t want another body to touch me, neither another hand to hold mine, or a mind to enter mine the way you did. You’re my “it”. The only person with which I forget time and make me not to think.