— Hahaha!
— Hahahahaha!
— Ah… your eyes…
— What about them?
— They’re the kind I would die just to see shine.
— But I want you alive! They shine brighter with you here…
— But they’re worth the effort.
— I understand what you meant. You know… I’m afraid of not being what you want me to be.
— You are everything I want… just by being yourself.
— You’re very gentle. I love being with you… you make me feel loved. You love me, don’t you?
— More than anyone in the world.
— But what if I don’t love you?
— I’ll keep loving you.
— That’s bad…
— I wish it were different.
— You know… you have no idea how much I wish we could work.
— I’m terrible at this… maybe I’ll lose you for not really knowing how, for asking too much, for wanting you too much.
— I wouldn’t blame you for that. Maybe your fears, your traumas… even love itself.
— But what will become of me when I give you everything that exists in my heart, my body, and my being, and even then you decide to leave?
— I don’t believe that will happen.
— But you’re still not sure…?
— Love never promises us anything… as much as I want to, I still don’t know if I can love you.
— Love promised me that I would love you.
— It never promised me that I would love you… and that’s what scares me.
— But if I fall… will you catch me?
— With fragile hands?
— I would hold you even if you were wrapped in burning thorns.
— Then I’ll hold you.