I’ve never wanted to be the kind of guy who gives up. I’ve never also wanted to be the kind of guy who bothers someone else’s life.

Each day, I only try to show you how many ways I can bring you love, ways I can gift you my love. I don’t remember, up to now, loving anybody the way I love you today, yestarday, the last past months. And if I knew today was my last day, it’d only be good enough if you knew it.

Simply knew it, maybe nothing more. Really, I want you to be happy, no matter how, no matter with whom.  It’s your choice, it’s all up to you.

But I’d like you to know that you have all my love. I don’t care if you’ll cry over my shoulder, fall over my arms or just stay talking about anything for hours.

My love is yours.

You make anything you want with it.