Who are you fighting for?

You stand by my side, in spite of it I still ask myself, "Are you really here?"
I can fell the underbelly of this.
I fell you are fighting. For me?
The exquisite pain of doubting... not exquisite pain, the sorrowful pain of doubting.
...
You're the one for whom I'm fighting. Aren't you?
Now I know that I have any idea what we are looking for.
Though, We found each other.
Are you my man?
Can we share our lives or just get through a night?
Tell me.
Fight for it.
Fight for me.
If you were my man, I would be fighting for you.
Would you fight for me?