You are here, you come to me, you give me you're all. A myth no more, a fantasy turned into reality, a dream come true, all handed to me on a platter of gold. Waiting, and waiting, eyes unwavering, hopeful and waiting.
A knott is growing, and growing in my small throat. Eyes wide open, shocked and fearful. Blood rushing through, flooding my crowded brain, whooshing endlessly... No...
