My one true love.
That's the way it's supposed to be, after all.
Who am I to argue, mere mortal that I am?
I'll tell you who, sniveling wretched coward of an imagination. I am me. I am a me entrenched in reality, unable to fly. Smothered under the canopy of thick, dark, truth-bringing hurt. Under the press of a poison kiss.
Shattered illusions of valentine evenings and a crystal shard straight to the heart.
Well, I'll tell you what.
It's time for me to breathe. To live again.
And damned if I'm not going to fly without you.