A bond held so true like the binding of a book clenched tight across the neverending pages of love lust lies and truth. Although most Β pagesΒ passionately clean, there always has to be a slate or two... with at least one coffee stain.Β The binding aged with creasesΒ broken beyond repair, the bond remains strong, the story is still there. A bond held so true, like a fiction held by glue- forever us, our binding trust, forever me and you.