Your death followed you like a shadow everywhere. It's strange, but he was protecting you. At night, when you slept, he would come and admire your peaceful, sleeping face. His pale, cold and long fingers touched your warm and hot lips, cheeks, and chin. You didn’t notice, because you slept soundly, but he very often, gently and carefully kissed you on the lips. He was crazy about you, wanted only you and drowned in love from you

My love... My darling, my beloved...