My god, how I love him.
My heart may of not given me a choice,
Though eternity would not be enough to describe why I love him.
However…
I adore his taste, his smell, his voice.
Him.
Every little detail I know.
The way he smiles, the way moves, talks
All his quirks and such.
How could I not love him, he is my world.

But that night, when he saved me from my nightmare
I knew that I would die for him to return the favour.

That night my friends, where I saw only my mask in which I wore
Which would consume me, and when I tried to take it off,
Others would force it back upon my face.
I hated this mask.
When I felt the touch of nothing, dreaming and living this nightmare.
I though I would never be seen as me again,
Wandering until the toll of life took me.

But my friends;
It was him who held my hand.
Gently holding it to his face.
So warm, so full of compassion and love,
Removing this mask so easily.
And it was him whom I will forever hold closest to my heart.

But best of all, he loves me.
And I rescued him from the same fate.
I rescued him from a nightmare.
His nightmare.
And filled his life with purpose, love, passion
As he filled my life music, love and friendship
But also hope.

With him all deaths I could endure,
Without him no life I could suffer.

My friends I suppose what I am trying to say is;
It is funny how one discovers love through nightmare.