I ask for only a fragment of paradise—the one you have always possessed. Just a single fragment, among the millions you already hold until now. In return, you may have me—bound to you for an endless time. Even so, to reach this point, I have pawned all the courage I had before you. The fear still lingers. A chill brushes the back of my neck. As I stretch out my hands, waiting to grasp a promise of commitment, every aura within me opens, spreading through every pore of my being. Trembling, afraid, yet deeply moved. I am ready to belong to you. You have the right over me—to make me yours; to make me your Eve. To acknowledge that I am your missing rib, once taken by God to create me. And now, I am ready to be united once more—to become a part of you again.