I could imagine the horror of losing you the way our friends lost their loved ones
In this world where somebody could just grab us after some tailgating
I used to worry so much that I would always ask myself how to love someone like you
But I got used to it that I finally accepted that we would end up dying however we like it
We could die at peace or we could die fighting
As to my surprise, something else died


Our love did
And I am not used to it