We are but dust bourne on the wind. By chance, we land in the same place at the same moment in time. And by chance still, the years and elements blend us together in perfect unity...if wind, wave, and creature does not first tear us asunder. How is it then that two so similar...two so opposite...should chance upon one another and, with the force of a hurricane, fall? Is love not a myth whispered to children in dark hours in the chance that it gives them the mere glimmer of hope they need to carry onward through ever darkening times? Ahh...but we have found that love as we know it means the world. And that love as we know it is not complete myth.
