They met at a crossroads. She was trapped in the mire; he was stranded at the bottom of a dry well. He was the sunshine she had spent a thousand years hoping to find; she was the warmth he had crossed light-years to finally hold.
At the end of the corridor, he seemed like an angel newly descended from heaven. In the heart of the smoke-filled wasteland, she fluttered like a butterfly.
Was their marriage brought about by an accident, or was it the result of years of careful planning?
They say that only by opening your heart can you let someone in.
But a heart is so very small, with room only for the image of the first person who entered it.
Even through deception, even through exploitation.
In her thoughts and in her heart, there was only one person.
After all the years when you were just a glimmer in the corner of my eye, you are the only one I want to grow old with, hand in hand.
