Thank You For Loving Me Enough To

It Was So Nice Just To Live In The Moment, To Enjoy Holding Him So Closely, To Pretend For A Little While That They Were Merely Two Young People In Love And Nothing Else.

Because Love Was Not The Answer To Every Question. Because Real Love Meant Sacrifice. Sometimes Love Means Letting Go.

Jack Leaped Over The Gate, His Sword Aflame. To Vanquish His Foe And Rescue His Love.

Thank You For Loving Me Enough To Let Me Go.

Maybe She'd Been Drinking Too Much Of The Super-sweet Mexican Coca-cola They Had Down Here. Or Maybe She Was Just Tired, Alone, And Far From Home. Because Somewhere In The Brittle, Concrete Center Of Azrael's Dark Heart, Something Was Melting.