I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my indifference to them. But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them. It took me a long time to learn that; now I know it.
If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.
I want to talk to you but my face
I think you just summarized phantom of the opera.