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Once upon a time

a girl was born in the perfect time and the perfect place

Her hair was gold and her eyes were light

She was perfect too

But the reason the time was perfect and the place was perfect

Was because that was when and where she would die

And that was just fine for the boy who liked the taste of flesh

Yet desired the scent of her skin infinitely more

He liked her dead; he was dead inside

He liked her dead because her eyes shone with life

just the same

He liked her dead because that way they could spend forever together

The problem was she didn't like him much at all

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She tried to keep it that way; tried far too much, perhaps

Because one day when he asked for her confession

All her liking came rushing out

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A perfect place, because that's where they would meet

A perfect time

Any earlier and he wouldn't have been able to make the call

And, despite everything – breaking his promise and how utterly undeserving of her he was –

She answered

And how much they needed each other was what came pouring out

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And then one day she called

And he couldn't get there fast enough

And there's more, far more

but the details are never as important in these things, are they?

Nobody wants to know exactly how many houses the prince went through before finding Cinderella

Or how many mistakes the monster made before he truly deserved his Queen

Nor does the legend lie in the airplane ride or the house in Tuscany

Truth be told – I'm not certain what it is

But, you see, that's part of her attraction

because he never knows quite what to expect from her

All he knows to be true;

All he sees in their future, is a house on a hill and his light by his side –

what more could he possibly need?

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And, because I know you'd give me that look if I don't add this:

In the end, love, they lived happily forever after