I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Don’t you dare disrespect Beyonce like that ever again in your entire life. You should know better than that. That’s just straight up disrespect. You can’t even go there.