I've known since the beginning that it was entirely possible and completely likely that I would die as a result of this love. I've known since the beginning that even if I managed to survive this love, I probably couldn't do so with my humanity intact.
Yet strangely enough, I would consider my life complete. Complete only because I have had the honor of experiencing an all-consuming love. If I were to die now, I would have no regrets, except that I didn't get to spend an eternity with my angel.