He loved her once, he loves her still.
She loved him then and always will.
No acts of fate, no other parties.
Just a love that would stand against the test of time, the acts of man, and the foolish heart. They fell in love not out of a need or desperation but out of a darkness that neither could withhold from the other. Out of this darkness came poetry, long nights, and the beauty and wonder of a butterfly. In sharing their darkness, they found freedom and healing. In falling for each other, they found a love truer than each had ever known.
He was the best lover he could ever be to her. He helped her break from the chrysalis and become a butterfly. When her world burst into flames, he aided her to find the strength to rise from the ashes as a phoenix would.
He loved her once, he loves her still.
She loved him then and always will.