You will carefully protect my fragile love, you will calmly arm the world with black and white, true and false, and you will accompany me like a shadow, never leaving.

I have fallen deeply in love with you since I could use a pen. You were scratched out with my pen, messy and ugly, but I will be so happy when I see you, because you were created by my own hands. Later, I no longer draw you randomly, I will use a pen to describe you and create you based on other things; later, I can draw you as I think in my heart.