You can tell everything about her, but not that she did not love me. You can tell everything about me, but not that my love suffocated her. You can tell everything about us, but not that we loved each other a little. damn us, hate us, but accept us for what we have always been: a couple in love with adverse fate
If alive is because I feed of your kisses, of your words, of your attention, of your love for me. If I dress is because Your skin covers mine. If I wash is because I am clean from your caresses and dried by your sighs. If I smell is because you oiled my body as if I were a mature ephebus. If I love is because you exist for me.