Vincerò un premio per la domanda più cretina del secolo, mi rendo conto, ma la storia a che indirizzo andrebbe mandata?
"Do love you, Morgana"
It is painful and delicius between us, a starved need beyond hunger, and somewhere in it is the thought: I have never said love before. And though there's a memory of beds and faces gone or yet to come, the echo of the same words deeply meant and even better understood, this first time a piece of self arcs out like a fierce comet, burning with a never-again brightness and falling, always remembered, down the lonely space of life.[Firelord - Parke Godwin]