A chance encounter with my albino shadow - the apex of my entire being. Such bewilderment and love is as cruel in it's retreat as is glorious in it's proclamation.
Ask me now, with bold and fearless curiosity; nine lives to the wind. I live only for this moment. I love only in this moment.
In your wake I am left with only resentment and a memory - a sensory illusion replicating my most prized possession.
...So ask me now, with cold and ruthless affection; nine lives to the wind.
I lived to greet this moment; I begin to die from this moment.
This glorious encounter; this nexus of all that could possibly be - strike me down with your cruel and glorious memory.
You are my most hated and cherished story of a "catch-me-not".