You, you and those eyes of yours. Those beautiful eyes I fell in love with. Those eyes where I saw my self falling. Where I saw my self drawning. Why? Why those eyes had to be the worst and the best thing that happened in my life?

And this mouth of yours. This beautiful mouth which killed me over and over. This words that came out of your mouth. These bullets.

But don't worry now my love. Now I am bulletproof. Now I beg you. Hit me with those bullets.