Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

I wanna ride you until you see stars.

You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.