You ask how I remain aloof. It's not a matter of individual choice. There is no compromising when stakes are astronomical. The intensity of our love is impractical for longevity, but I find myself repeatedly drawn to you.

You are the only person who made me feel anything, good or bad. I never felt as loved and complete in anyone's presence. I was giddy and youthful and sensual, and I wouldn't question your sincerity--except history tells a different story. We can't maintain that level of bliss without extreme drama, and I cannot live with the chaos that surrounds you.