I had a dream about you. The king decreed we could only speak one word and that word would be assigned to us. Your word was hello and my word was goodbye. You made me happy and I made you sad. Or so I thought. Turns out you rather liked me telling you goodbye. You just wished I didnt keep saying it. You thought one time was good enough and that after that I should never speak to you again.
Follow me reader Who told you that there is no true faithful eternal love in this world May the liars vile tongue be cut out Follow me my reader and me alone and I will show you such a love