"On my way to God don't know or even care"... I found a spark, a final spark perhaps, from you. It wasn't a sign of a vivid you, although it showed something very deep in you behind the deathness of the 99/100 more superficial levels of you; maybe neither it was a sign of what caricaturesquely is taught about what love is... It even was like a plead for help, a very shy but sincere, silent cry for help, like a last breath, and the last breath is only given when you trust the soul in front of you. That's the sole reason why I chose you even if it might not be the most convenient thing, whatever that means. I have an infinite amount of lives, and I traded all of them for this one, whatever it asks from me. Your head might be distorted now, but your heart is full open, so thanks for that tunnel that connects me with the all (and the nothing) back to myself!
I write this before I lose the sense of language.