I once read that after a storm comes a calm. An immense sense of peace and sanity. That is what I acquired: SANITY! Someone (I don't quite remember who).. said that ones' fate is decided once conceived; however, I tend to disagree. I believe that one's choices dictate that fate. And my choices made my fate: Fatal! I signed. I sealed. And she was about to deliver it. Hell, I thought I was doing everything right: I loved. I loved hard. I loved earnestly. I loved her. But my appetite to lover her cost me - my peace and sanity. Which brought on the storm.
Enjoy.