I love you, but that's the only thing that makes sense. After I die, I'll still love you. Maybe then I'll help you, instead of putting you through hell. Far too long gone the hours of nothing wrong. And if I go to hell, then at least I'll know that I made the right decision by leaving the finest lover whom I have ever known. Because you are meant for heaven, and this demon always had the highest hopes for love.
Perhaps that is the matter: when high hopes turn into great expectations. Mere mortals like you and I, who believe ourselves more powerful than what our gifts allow, taste a bond too strong to break. But that bond… it really should have cracked years ago. And life dragging us through it, like a mustang having us tied at the ankles and twisting through Arizona dirt roads in days of new frontiers.
So… maybe we’re even further gone than I believed. Far beyond driven... until word of honor, vows, and pledges linger too long without any strong backing. The best times can only be measured in hindsight, and that is all we have. And with that, please excuse my drifting off into an indistinct horizon. For I’ve never had a path to follow in my shattered mind, and you are the only shepherd to ever welcome me into the fold. And this hell hath no fury... no fury at all. Only resignation.