There are two types of people.

You pointed the head of the gun as close as possible towards his forehead,
He shivered to the coldness of the steel. 

The first type,
You would love him so much,
You couldn't pull the trigger.
You couldn't imagine living in a world,
Taking his breath as yours is impossible. 

Click.

Well, the second type,
You couldn't pull the trigger not because you love him truly,
Quite the opposite,
You don't love him as much. 
You are hit by the jealousy,
He gets to leave for home first. 
The moment you pull the trigger, 
Would be the moment you have given your whole heart and soul to him.

Bang.

Take care of my heart and soul.