When I first met you, you were the best you had ever been in your life. I will probably never forget the whispers you whispered to me among the flying catkins in the April spring breeze.
The disaster star comes to the world, and the overlord comes out of his sheath. Two non-parallel lines are destined to intertwine and intertwine, describing an extraordinary story, and are destined to go further and further, as far as the endless horizon, and end with an understatement.
You are the toughest secret in my life.