I can’t love you anymore like I did….I love you as certain dark things are not to be loved…. When I was younger then and yours I was infatuated by you with love twice the size of the sun’s universes. But you will soon learn that some things wither, grow old and die. She was the portrait of every demonic demonstration of monster he had ever seen, but he loved her anyway….
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