I've lost you, and words can't show how. Emotions make no sense. Your face, so close to mine, smiling...no, you never smile. Not with me. But I've learned to read you like a book.

I've become your problem.

A long time ago, an ancient world was destroyed. Why should I care? I'm a thousand years old and Queen of an empire I never wanted. Daddy issues? Sure, on the surface. But you knew me better than that.

The world was growing dark after that long ago meeting. Until then, I didn't know that you feared the sunlight because you were afraid for me. The shirt I gave you was a reminder that I remain I the dark, the sun never touching my skin. But you wore that shirt, a little piece of my darkness within the world you had created.

I was grateful that that world included me.

You wear it to bed, you confess. You're blushing, and it's beautiful. Why do you wear my shirt to bed, Princess?

"You are the only darkness I wish to know, Marceline. And I can wear the shirt all night. Surrounded by you, I know the night is real. And I know I'm safe."

Strong words, for a girl so young. But for so long she wore that shirt as a protection against the darkness. Because that shirt was a part of me.

I've never failed you. I feel foolish, though, that I never saw the truth before now.

I've written songs, sung them. But they were not my heart. The woman who now evades me...I think I gave her too much darkness to comprehend.

I hope she"ll love me anyway.

No song I can write will call her to me. But I think our past is more than enough to defeat a bunch of jumbled words.

There are too many words I can say. Too many feelings. Dark and light. Too many promises I want to make to you.

I love you, Bonnibel.

And I will protect you always. I will believe for the both of us.