An urban cowboy wanders his concrete jungle, unable to take his mind off of something... or rather, someone. Those thoughts and feelings, all tracing back to her; the one that he was sure was the one, right from the start. For years, he trailed in her path, trying to fix the turmoil while staying upon his own stallion.
  
    Such a simple idea, that stallion. Just a word, lost in most hearts. Gone, without a trace. But... For those, where it remains... It tortures. Torments. Causes pain, only to vanish again. It's a stallion... Unbroken, impossible to train but by the best. Cantering wildly, in the fields of the mind and the soul; causing havoc, clashing mind and heart together.

   But there's another. Waiting, drifting from shadow to shadow. Wallowing in sorrow, relying on nostalgia and fleeting glances of what it could be. Struggling with self-hatred, only to learn to hate more. Not given a second thought, no chance given to prove herself. Wanting to escape.... Fly away, free of a body, a drifting soul in the night. The only thing acting as a thread... The one person that pulls her together while tearing her apart. A paradox in such a complex feeling.