A promise

I can't kill myself.

Me

For some
Life ends before it starts
And they lose themselves whole
Or some part
In a very sweet but sad dream
Never to be retrieved
Again

I love you. Now. And forever.

We lose ourselves in the things we love. We find ourselves there too.

What if someone was stupid enough as me?
What if you had to lose what you love to actually find it... For evermore and after?
I've found it. But I've also lost it. Getting it back may take me my life.
Will it be worth it?
Yes.
Is it possible to ever fall out of love?
No.