"Tell me every terrible thing you did... And let me love you anyway."

Was what Edgar Allan Poe told you, when you told him you didn't thought you were enough. So many trauma, so many friends dying in front, and you not being able to do nothing. You felt useless.

He is a bit shaken, but, there he is, taking your hands, something he barely would do. Looking to your eyes (even with his hair on the front). Telling you: "I love you"... In his own way, of course.