• I finally realize you love me. Alas, I'm in lament. To bide is such a staggering woe. My heart is in discord. To orchestrate our love is absurd! We ARE love!

    My melancholy nightmare is a fiction of history. Knowing you too agonize over the image of cheating reveals the true love you hold for me.

    Our bond is unyielding, for even now after I sent you to hell, you present me with a gift...
    A stuffed animal in the shape of an octopus, hand made, by you, the girl beyond perfection.