Hold on just a moment, dear. There's so much left to confess, and I digress, I do love you, but calm my love, we are naught but pebbles skimming across a surface before our short life and purpose is completed, and we do sink. I have recently seen, or rather, glanced briefly, at the innermost heart of hearts that lingers in every wandering soul, and I saw not comfort there, but black holes, consuming every dazzling star that got too close. So darling, I shall keep far away and remake myself without you and I should hope not to cut myself with your broken pieces. May the ocean carry you to a lost paradise of your own, where you shall both find and fix yourself. But I confess, I digress, my dear, I love you no less.