He's begun to believe that he'll never tire of knowing her.
Before when everything was so monochrome, so dull, he lived his life in black and white and sometimes in the million shades of grey between; and then there was here, bringing colour for the first time in what feels like forever, and soon he forgets what it means to be colourblind. He could easily spend five lifetimes with her.
But five lifetimes, he learns, isn't enough, because for each of hers she falls in love with the same person, someone who is stubbornly, resolutely, completely not him.
He hopes the sixth cycle will change things.
(Because he loves her too much, her quirks, her habits, the shape of her eyes and the tilt of her smile and the way her words form incoherent sentences that somehow make perfect sense.)
