It came to me today, I realised that there was nowhere I could hide, nowhere I could shut off some vestige of myself, to console some inconsolable sliver of my soul, to say that somewhere it could be beautiful.
In no other universe would it have worked out, and that's the truth. I can't hide from that reality any more. In no other world would I hold your hand as we listen to liszt. You will never be mine. And still I love you.
Nice try, Ian. Oh, I guess it was. In any other universe I'd still have to. It is a funny thing it being so fatalistic and all. But at least I know, and that doesn't change anything. You make me glow deep, deep inside. That's all there is to it. I don't have to believe in the universe ultimately working itself good to know that I'd have tried in every other damn universe. Oh, I really guess it was.
