I want you to be happy. Even if I envy him by knowing that he'll be able to touch you in ways I never had the guts to, all that matters is your happiness.
And if this depends on him, I don't care.
The taste of your lips, which I could feel for a fraction of a second, was enough, although it made me crave for more, in a way.
Just remember that I'll always be with you.
And our connection won't be over. If you're in danger, I'll still save you.
Always.