He rippled "I don't understand you!"
"Of course you don't." she replied.
"Storms aren't made to be understood."

You make me
both the happiest,
and the loneliest
person alive.
And that
is a terrifying power
to wield.

Perhaps the reason there is so much suffering in this world is because
We aren't made for this world

They were the counterbalance
The weight that held the other steady
He was born in depravity
And lived a depraved life
He longed for goodness...
She was born in privledge
And lived accordingly.
She was curious about darkness...
They met and satisfied each others greatest longings
A desperate ebb and flow that kept them in rhythem
They were opposed, but equal
They were in love