I fell in love with you on a troll bridge after you robbed me and hit me over the head with a rock.
“All forests have their own personality … they each have their own gossip, their own sound, their own rustling whispers and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres that can’t be mistaken for one you’d hear anyplace else, a voice true to those particular tress, individual rather than of their species.” ― Charles de Lint
All we’ll do is both sit, stuck - two lives in our heads, cursed worse than ever. Two lives forever at odds. Double the pain; double the suffering.