Hurt me slowly, a little at a time.
Let me believe your words of love, until I just can’t convince my heart to listen anymore.
Let my pulse flutter when I see you, feel you, think of you; don’t end my infatuation prematurely.
Worse than the day when you don’t love me, is a day when you do but there is no love left in me for you to find.
Let me save some reserve supply, some place I can visit that reminds me, what came before there was nothing.