I'd lived a lonely life before you and I would never go back unless you made me; but you could have me now or live without me forever.
Unfortunately, in possession of a heart like mine there was no in between. So I was unwilling to allow my own freedom if it meant you never having yours in the arms of another.
Rash, I know, but don't misunderstand.
I'd never do anything drastic to keep you with me. I wasn't one for passionate extremes, so fear of never making it away from me should you choose shouldn't be of your concern.
I've meant, simply, that—in the event you leave—I'd be the one to die.
For you, my love, are a flame in an endlessness of darkness forever illuminating a soul I thought I'd lost.
Forevermore, you are love; and I will never give you up.
