The feelings kick in again. It's an illnesses. Its symptoms is extremely low of sense of security. The cure isn't in my hand. But I cannot rob it to safe my life.
I'm dying. But no one is going to save me.
I just be too prosessive. Why people cannot accept it. It's quite normal. It's what is written in the wedding vows.
I would like to stare at your eyes. And please drink my blood. For that, as it's your wine.