But I feel that the stars aligned when we met. You know sometimes I think we could be the stars.
At least we could come from the stars, The ones that burned ever so brightly in the dark and dead of the night.
You remember that night, don’t you? We ran around in our bare feet.
I wore a white dress adorned with sparkling gems. But you wore a rather sinister outfit.
Blacks and dark blues covered your body with the material leather. You remember the leather seats in your car?
I wish we could go back to that night. Of course I hated the way your engine rattled,
I especially despised the way the brakes didn’t work that night. And I still hate the smell of flames from the night when you imprisoned me.