My love, they don't know the difference between real love and not real love. That's sad. We are a hieroglyph that only the two of us understand.
My love, we scare them because we are real and our love is so great that it is incomprehensible to mortals.
My love, I love you with the passion of fire when it turns to ashes from burning so much, of the wind when it becomes a hurricane from blowing so much, of the sea when it turns into foam when it hits the rocks with force.
My love.
