Loyalty.

I didn't want to save you. I didn't want to save you. I set our house on fire to watch it burn. But I couldn't just leave you there.

Yours is still the face I see at night. Yours is still the body I feel against mine when I'm so inclined. Yours is still the voice I hear in depression, soothing my sorrow away. Yours is still the touch I imagine when I can't sleep.

My loyalty, my heart, my trust, my body, my soul. It is all yours, if you were to want it. And even if you don't want it, it is all yours to keep anyway.