I loved him very much.
The only thing I wanted all along was showed off how much I loved you.
I wanted you so well, which worried me lest thou do no harm and did not realize you liked.
I got involved in a sick game, where you were feeding your own executioners, and I grew weaker every attempt to protect you.
I loved so much, I offered you my own life.
And in this lack of exist, I succumbed the worst thing that could happen: the illusion. I let her take care of my soul, believing that one day everything would be fine.