The fear of hatred is on the top of your mind, I understand. We have identified many a relationships gone acerbic, giving both of our hearts doubt that we too would end up like those unmeaning, bitter people.
Like I, like him, like close friends of ours… him and I do not want that hatred between us.
Oh, I can assure you that I love you… we shall never let what we have convert to a bitter hatred in the end. I will do anything to earn your hand. I will not give up, or fall into a cruel lust again to satisfy my longing for you. I will cry silent tears until we are both absolutely unhesitant to take the chance of a lifetime.
I will be your angel of music… I will play you beautiful songs and sing anything you desire to hear. I will play the same song forever and eternity if that is what you want. I will satisfy everything you wish to hear.
I will be your tiny dancer… I will dance for you; it would be my honor. I would be yours, only yours… this dancer would break out of her fear of dancing that she has had for so long, just to dance for you. To make me sing with my body is one feat that few men have accomplished… and you only have to talk with me for an hour to have me dance forever.
I will be your love… I will kiss your lips, embrace you and hold your hand. We have our limits… and are both bound to them. You are not a man who uses women… and I am not a women who goes around with everyman. We both only want to have one person.
I will be your everything… when we both would collapse our fears of the end and give our love a chance and start a new beginning.
Samantha.