Unwillingly imprisoned with the past, forced to confront the hurts and ignorance of a time I wish to forget. Therapy seems now, more than ever, a logical option. One that my conscience would never allow, ever since she told me I needed it. Little does she know that if I ever did, it would be because of her. Love can indeed fade, for like many mortal entities, it too can die and leave people, alone. Only unlike mankind, there is an enchanted love which blesses those deserving and pure in search of it. A love beyond reason, oh so beautiful.