His eyes were like little moons in the dark night. They were shining through the darkness, making everything as beautiful as himself.
My name is Pablo Juanito Mortez and this is my story.
When he looks at me, something ignites. It's like there gasoline in my veins, and he is a spark that just sets me on fire. It's painful thought. He lights me up, and I feel so alive, but I'm still burning. I have burns on my skin and in my lungs and all around me, because I never put the fire out. I just let him watch me burn, and I love it.