And then I come to find that I raged unjustly. Through her eyes I see, what's really in her mind. Who was the monster who imprisioned me? Only myself. My love, my temper were the tools of my destruction not this creature of beauty and love. A lie is a lie but is a lie in love just? I see the truth in that lie. The longing, the wish, the hope in the angelic eyes of gray. And now I sit and wonder what could have been if only I'd forseen the mistake I've made. All I can do is grieve and say.... I'm sorry.