He was not a predator, and he was not prey. He was a misunderstood love, and he was a confused love. He was the most precious thing he had, and the thought of not having him haunted him. He was not a monster to him, yet he was, and the fact that he loved him haunted him. +

So, as we chew on each other, as this thing you have wanders through my body, tasting every organ, bathing in my blood, spreading through me until it reaches my heart, when I am nothing more than a men waiting for the right paper for my verses; I offer you my blood, and piece by piece, of my heart.

You and I are used to masking smiles because we are different, so I realize how sincere it is when we smile at each other. Whatever took that smile off your tired and sublime face for so long, I am the one who will bring it back. Only me; sincerely yours, Dr. Lecter.

( The writing didn't fit in the limit, I'll try to leave the translation below. )

I will give you my heart as a place where you can be yourself, where we can happen as the purest "you and me". As proof of my love that surpasses my hunger.

I will never forget his face when he came back to me, in that museum. So many works of art, but none of them came close to how sublime and ethereal he was. I felt like I was looking at him for the first time, it was always rare to feel my heart beat. Is he really real? How can I love him so much?

He understood me when no one else did, and he cared for me like no one else did. It took me a while to accept, perhaps because no one had ever loved me for who I am. He saw me in my most "me" being, and from that, he loved me. And I loved him. Each part. In your darkest "you" of being, I love you.

He didn't want anyone else to love him, and it suffocated him. The other, in turn, didn't want to be loved by anyone else, and this confused him. They found love by devouring each other's hearts, with obsession, hunger, passion. "I want your heart inside me, love, where no one will break it."

His hands, so familiar even though we had never touched, touched me unnaturally when I needed them. My soul seemed to have found yours again in some way, when you touched me and my heart knocked against the door, with so much force. My skin seems to have been made for you. Your touches.