He - the turning moment: when a J becomes a K

For that crazy moment, he would leave it all.
And he did.
All the passion that she carried... it was too much for him. He could explode. And he did. And the stars were nothing. And the universe became small.
All the madness, the crazyness were in him.
He felt so fulfilled, so intense, that he couldn't control the flow of life running inside of him.
He had no body anymore.
He became part of everything.
He would die for her.
Nothing mattered anymore.
That minute was eternal.

Nothing was ever deeper than that moment. Than her.
And, under her, the cold, inflexible metal. His sword.
Nothing would ever be over her. Not even his sword.

She was the perfect circle.
He started in her.
She was the beginning.
She was the middle.
And she would be his end.
Anything before her.
Anything after her.

Just her.