I lose you River, and it hurts everytime.
I lose you as a child to Madame Kovarian.
I lose you to time and space.
And I lose you to even death itself.
But I refuse to lose you to the knowledge of not being loved in return by my own selfishness and fear.
I will not leave you believing you must find it others than the worth of my worn and broken hearts.
This time as I stand by your side overseeing the singing towers I promise, I will gladly lose my fear and just let myself love you properly for 24 years and forever.
I will gladly lose to you and you have my love.