"After my first love, I built this suit of armor, so strong, so invulnerable, till I came across you. Slowly my guard was let down, so vulnerable to pain and despair. A love so perfect, so beautiful, was the double edged sword. One side so sweet, so dull of worry, so full of love. The other so sharp of worry, so deadly with confusion, so overcome of aberrancy. They meet at the apex. The sword was the only thing, the only thing to pierce through the armor. Through the mind, the sound and the heart. The sword tears a hole. The sharpest of sides is numb to pain, the dull side brings a pain. A pain so excruciating, so unreal and the suffering so great. The wound lasting and irreparable, a pain never to leave. A pain that allows you to live but in turn, it kills the mind, the sound, the heart. A pain that may lie dormant, only to arise and hurt more than it ever did. But through all the doubt and suffering, the love was worth the pain. The love was so perfect, so beautiful, was worth the pain. Was worth the death of me. It was worth sling everything that I ever had. Even if it was you that I lost."