I don't know if I'm doing it right or not, if I should shut up when you tell me so or it would be more fruitful to try and calm you with my words. I constantly fear I will bombard you with my syllables and I'd never want that, but you need to understand it will all be over at some point. Don't ask me when, I'm no fortune teller, but someone as beautiful as you will not die without knowing what true happiness is. I'm here to try and take you there. I love you, and I fear I will someday do it wrong and lose you forever, or even worse, you lose yourself forever.