All you ever hear anybody say is that they want love. Sex. Fulfillment.

I want more than that.

More than just two people completing each other for the moment, for the night, for the year.

I want...a soulmate.
Something,I'll never have.

True love is rare...if not extinct by now.

You killed with your hate, the beauty that was us.

And in the process...you killed me.