Married to the idea of forever.
I set aside a place in my heart for every beat it skipped in you.
Lamenting you of my woes, and my hopes, and pouring out a soul that I thought was inexorably intertwined with yours.
And I found that these chambers of my heart were hollow, soiling themselves in rust and decay, winding downward along the helix of my being, reaching out toward you.
And my heart sunk ever down, beating along without interruption, no lapse in the labor by your loving hand, ever wallowing in its perdition, making unseen signs in the night.
I've always been a hopeless romantic.
I guess I just thought you were too.