And it was in this dream, with the beautiful, intelligent, sweet, fiery woman that the King realized how consuming love is. It eats your old self away until it doesn’t exist anymore. In its place is left only a partial thing, a thing that can’t survive on its own anymore. No matter how solitary, how alone, how isolated you were before, you can never fully go back there again, not without feeling like the world is crashing down around you.
