I'll admit it.
I am drawn to the torturous nature of our connection.
The strife and struggle that we pursue; feigning betterment,
the cracks and chasms that result, define tragic beauty.
I crave saga...
and you do too.
The irony is that the one for whom the saga spins,
thinks this could never be about him - while alternate egos
are sure my pining belongs to them.
The plot thickens and the story only deepens - increasing its aesthetic value
and its emotional hold on us.