Nothing can stop us, not now, I love you
They're not gonna get us,
they're not gonna get us
Nothing can stop us, not now, I love you
They're not gonna get us,
they're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
(Not gonna get us)
They're not gonna get us, gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
(Not gonna get us)
Not gonna get us, get us
Not gonna get us, get us
Not gonna get us

It would be nice to be honest... well, completely honest. Not honest-in-bits. Not honest only when I think you can handle it. Not honest only when I can handle it. And, I mean, you know I don't do one-and-only. Never really have, never will. I just... love. I don't have any other word to express it, not in this language, maybe not in any. I feel. I desire. I admire. I crave. I adore. I respect. I treasure. I need. I like. I lust. I delight in. I feel safe with. I... love.

And you know, oh vague and hopefully forgotten tomorrow you, you know that I love. You know why it is almost painful to say it. You know why it only makes this worse. You know so very much about me, as certainly as I know about you.

And I know I will be your awan, or you mine. I know, oh benten boy, linta sa tequeo barra, tequeo elent, the one who will keep me fighting and perhaps the one who will be there at the end. Oddly, I know - and I do mean know - that you're the only one who could watch me die.

That comforts me.

No one else, no one else I care about, or treasure, or love, could bear to watch it, when the time comes. They'll hurt too much, love me too much, and in some ways this is a safeguard, knowing they could never hurt me like that.

I am beginning to suspect that if...

...IF...

...you still breathe when I am ending this round in a battle I suspect we have fought a hundred times before, that you will be the one who is there to see it.

I guess I'm feeling sentimental.

Or something.

Inari's going to call to talk with me tonight. I wish I had a chance to talk with you first.

I don't, not really.

I have nothing else to say right now. I take comfort in the fact that a week from now, I may not even know who this entry was addressed to.