I do not love you except because I love you. I go from loving to not loving you. From waiting to not waiting for you. My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love. I hate you deeply. And hating you bent to you and the measure of my changing love for you is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Every January light will consume my heart with its cruel ray stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story, I am the one who dies, the only one. And I will die of love because I love you because I love you love in fire and blood.