He was the only person who mattered.
The only one.
The rest were blurs.
He was clear.
He kept me from falling; losing myself in smothering darkness.
He made sense when the rest of the world didn't.
The only logic that didn't need meaning.
She was the only person who mattered.
The only one.
The rest were hazy.
She was unclouded.
She kept me from perishing; surrendering to the shade.
She made sense when no-one else did.
The only logic that didn't need meaning.
He was the only person left.
The last one.
The lies more faint.
The truth less hidden.
He was making me lost.
He made no sense.
He had lost all logic.
She was the only one left.
The last one.
The truth alight.
The lies clouded.
She made me surrender; perished me to the shade.
She made sense when nothing else could.
The only logic that mattered.
A/N; Ohh Henry&Abby, couldn't they not have kissed... once? Just, once?