Shall I forever walk this earth alone, with no one else to call my own? Or is that a wrong ideal to have, for she is not a possession as much as her heart and fervor and love and affection possesses my own with such unrelenting faith, an emotion restored now, for then life was abject boredom upon monotony upon day upon month and year of no one could captivate my attention as she did.
And I shall be forever grateful that I can captivate her attention as well.

(saw some shakespeare and that insipred this bit of coolness)