The first touch of you is enough to burn me. That first instant where the surprise of being burned takes the place of the actual pain is all the warning I get. That tingle I feel - a certain start to something difficult and frightening. It's not enough for me to back away, only to draw me in deeper.

It's good to be surprised by you. I have dreamed of so many settings for you, all except the real one. Still proof that dreams are a weak benefit and not a strict predictor of the future. The change from the imagined to the true is pure and honest. The easy way of the move is much better than anything I could plan.

You're the only truth I know. I've lived without light for so long, my heart seems to fit into the smallest area - much smaller than anything before. For an instant, you brought me out of this maze and showed me something better. That's gone now - I saw to that.

Truth and beauty are never rewarded for their own sakes. We want what we want. We need things beyond our own limited worlds. We make for ourselves all that we need and all that we think we can handle.