I never knew how much I loved you until I saw your wounds.
To think I cried for you instead of you.
No, I didn't cry because I was afraid, I cried because my heart broke.
I cannot let you feel the pain.
Is it my fault things turn out this way?

Then I realise, I cry a lot now because of crimson.
Ok, maybe crimson's a wrong word.
I cry a lot now because of fear.
In fear of losing you, in fear of losing me.
It's like you can't bleed, and I can't die.
You can't show any sign of health deterioration, or I might disappear, loose my mind.


Anyway, I like the painting show (: