Disclaimer: Torchwood isn't mine... as much as I wish it was.. it's not, these words however are mine...and I'm not afraid to use them!
"I love you"
"Don't"
Don't leave me, don't go, don't give up, don't speak, save your breath, please, please don't leave me. I want to tell you. I want to tell you how much you mean to me, how much I need you but I can't. I can't tell you how much I want you, how much I've always wanted you, since the day you barged into my life.
You can't go, you can't. What will I do if you're not there? Not there to make my coffee, to bring my coat, to watch sleep.
You're so warm in the mornings, waking up with my arms wrapped around you, you're so perfect, so peaceful. In those moments you're mine, just mine. And now I can't bear loosing you, your warmth.
I want to tell you, I want you to know that you're everything.
But I don't want to tell you like this. I want to tell you in your flat, in your bed, under the covers, just us, wrapped in the duvet protected from the world.
I want to tell you that I love your coffee, I love your suits, I love your smile, I love the mischief in your eyes, I love your determination, I love your passion, I love your accent, I love...
I love you Ianto Jones.
I love you.
But I can't tell you. I won't tell you. Not like this. Not now, because I can't give up on you. I can't let go. I won't. Because you're always there when I wake from death, holding me. You give me something to come back for.
Please, give me something to come back for, so I can tell you, please.
"Don't forget me"
"Never..."