Bound

Whether we be joined for goodness or ill will, malicious intent or righteous purpose, that is something I do not know.

The strands of our destiny were braided and knotted by fate, be it for joy or be it for woe.

The wealth of love is a double-sided coin of which the other side is hate.

Double-sided we are. Double-sided we'll live, but our bonds are immortal and impossible to break.

When we rage and rant and then woo and embrace, know that life has decreed this. We can do no less.

We are bound and bound we will live out our days. That which lies between us can only be settled in death.