Don’t you.

I’d very much prefer to die in your arms and keep my eyes open until the lights in my eyes dim from seeing your face looking down on mine.

I’d die ready with you holding

M E.

If I could just die with you holding me.

O it would be miraculous.

It would be joyous to know that you;

you’d love me.

But you’d keep that secret like the butterflies that you get in your stomach.

You do feel you love me too….

Don’t you?