I shall die here.Every last inch of me shall perish.Except one

An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are. But I love you. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again.

I wish I could kiss you.

V.Letter