That I wasn't totally complete. So I take my courage in both hands and I... I said that I love You.
Days after days, we searched us, we found us.
Months after months, we loved us, we hated us, we hurted us.
We are together now, and you are my fiancé.
If I ask you : "Hurt me like I love you", you will have to kill me, because I will die of my sores.
So much scars on me, so much sores, so much lies on my head, but you say : "You're so beautiful". I'm so happy, so lucky, and I will stay in you arms.
Because I'm yours for the best and the worst, forever, in the life and in the death.
Darling.
For our son :
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