Hemingway's Torment

There is a time to end everything, isn't it, Mr. Great White Hunter?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EfMDwPXeIk

I love you, I love the way you twingle your naughty flock of golden mane, I love the way you sharpen your right eyebrow  when amused, frown when angry, and spread when wondered, I love the way you bite your lips when thinking, tighten them when angry, fill them out when horny, I love  the way you tilt your neck to the right when you see me reading the newspaper, when you embrace me in a passionate hug when I come back from work, squeeze me when I am at bed, caress me when I am lonely, I love it when you and I are alone at the shower, your slippery hands ventures across  the curves and crevices my open body, I love the odor that oozes from your lingerie, from the daring valley that lies in between your heavenly breasts, from the ocean of curls where I dive my nose to loose myself, from the tuna fish shop that only I know too well, from the pits of your arms that you shave five times each week, from your breath when you fill my existence with endless kiss, oh, you are only mine, mine and mine, your pair of lustrous lips that whispers in my ears in words that only you can say, and you wet my ears with the tip of your tongue that seems sharper than a blade, and when you put your hungry nipples inside my mouth and I see you quiver with ecstasy, the way your mouth opens up when I give it a tickle, when I put my finger into your bellybutton and watch you giggle when I do a whirl, oh how you take me into places that only you can take,, I love you more than anything, my mother, more than anything in the world. 

"I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been."