A[a–A]It’s written in our blood, that we are to meet our one perfect mate. What does every Tiametan male dreams of most? He dreams of finding his one true mate. One woman above all others, his Helen of Troy, his Juliet. This is the woman he would launch a thousand ships for, or take his own life.
A[a–A]From that moment on, I would have moved heaven and earth to be with you, possess you. When I look at you, my body’s aliveA[a–A]You’re the one. You’re my heart, my soul, the very air I breathe. No one else will ever do for me. I can’t be happy or content without you. I can do nothing other than to make you happy. You’re the most important thing in my life. You were my wish long before I met youA[a–A]
You’re not human. I’m not human.