Once upon a time, it was me that she loved... now she serves God. Though it's me she looks at with longing, she's moved beyond my reach.
She stayed one step ahead of me back in those days, too. I loved her because she was a runner—literally and figuratively—just like me. The day I decided to give her The Ring, she was suddenly too far ahead for me to catch.
I've been running ever since, trying to match that speed.
I have a feeling she's going to be slipping through my fingers for the rest of my life.