The thing is, I am used to look real hard into every woman to find every bit of her beauty, and I am good at it, too.
But, with you, your beauty is right there in front of me,
So, I just have to look for your ugliness instead.

Am I the only one who believes that I am too important to die a random, unjustified death?
Like I will never die in a car accident or get slaughtered by a burglar?

Like, you are way too valuable, full of dreams that your death should have a prologue.
Like, your existence has a mind of it's own and needs strong logical  reasons to give up and cease.

Well, I do.
And, I feel stupid about it.