Five times one is five.
Five times one hundred is five hundred.
Fives times one thousand is five thousand.

That's how many times I wrote your name.
Five thousand times. On my arms, on my heart, on my legs and eyes and paper and walls and doors and world. Five thousand times.

Not that you cared...
not that you ever cared.
Did you ever write my name, even one times five times, on anything?

They say I'm obsessive...honest, I'm not. I just...can't live without you. Can't breathe or sleep or eat or think without you: my heart can't even beat without you there beside me.

That's not obsessive though.

That's just honest.
Because I love you.

And I'll love you forever and ever and ever: for one year.
And I'll love you a hundred years again,
a hundred years for every time I wrote your name.

Could you live with that, knowing you are loved...
for five hundred thousand years?

That's after we both have died. And decomposed. And maybe been reincarnated. That is, if there's a world to come back to by  then.
That's a long time.

But I will love you a hundred years
for every time I wrote your name.
Funny, what five times a thousand
will turn into.