Sometimes I very strongly feel love…
Sometimes I very strongly feel love, very much I worry sincere and very
plausibly I cry, and sometimes I laugh at myself with genuine sarcasm and I
refuse to accept myself another? Itself weak. But with it I am not afraid to
be weak, I wish to be that in his hands, I wish to belong to it, I wish to
grow together with it each part of the body and to become uniform and never to
leave even on a second, because second? It is time part, and time? It is
eternity, and to leave on eternity like death? But I do not want to die!
Without him.
