Bound

I do.

Two words.

How can they feel so right when they fall from my lips, and yet taste wrong at the same time? It's true what they say about the hand that gives. It also gives no s**ts, and tries to take away just as much.

Can I have my cake, and eat it too? Can I keep them all?

Shakespeare says the path to true love doesn't run smoothly, and he's never been more right.

What happens when your future, and the past you knew nothing about, collides? All whilst our demons threaten to consume us.

So many questions, and just when you start to get some answers, more take their place.

History has a funny way of repeating itself, for better or worse, and we're just all along for the ride.