Since we met, I have counted the leaves, the stars, and the days until you return home. But what I am most happy with is counting your love for me, watching it grow, watching it fill up, and watching it overflow.
I am afraid that one day you will knock it over, and I am afraid that you will give it to others. I am so stingy. If it overflows, I don't want others to get it, so I have to protect it carefully. Later, your heart told me that it is my unique weapon. I took it, defeated the other people who broke into your world, and took over all your territory.
Later, I became sensible and thought that you should give it to others. If you didn't want to, I would knock it over myself. But every time, you would immediately pick it up, refill it, and build layers of fortresses for it. You are so good! I really want to leave you, but - I love you!
Intention: live a good life. . .