I love the way you slip into endless detail when the subject of conversation is within your expertise or special interest; like the properties of a special kind of fruit or vegetable.

I love how you look like a typical engineer and dress just like all of the other guys who study or teach at the technological departments on campus.

I love how compared to me you are overly polite and how you have used the words 'sorry' and 'thank you' more times than I can count.

I love the sound of your voice when you speak German or when you try speaking Swedish and get insecure about if what you said was an actual word when I don't give a clear response.

I love the way you gently touch my face before you leave me although I am to shy to open my eyes when you do.

I love how you said that people who don't like my writing are 'stupid'.

I love how your hand is smaller than mine.

I love how you express your feelings with such honesty I am baffled.

I love how you are so sensitive to touch that if I close my eyes it seems like I'm touching your soul and not your skin and therefore I need to be really careful not to hurt you.

I love the way you give me room to be who I want to be.

Två tungor har mitt hjärta, två viljor har mitt sinn. Jag älskar dig för evigt, och jag blir aldrig din. Djupt i det röda mörkret fick livet dubbel form. Där kuttrar det en duva, där väser det en orm. Två tungor har mitt hjärta, hör på det lika väl. Bli hos mig och gå från mig, och fräls mig från mig själv. Djupt i det röda mörkret fick livet dubbel form. Där kuttrar det en duva, där väser det en orm. Två tungor har mitt hjärta, två viljor har mitt sinn. Jag älskar dig för evigt, och jag blir aldrig din.