Man Was Made From Dirt and Soot and Ash.

It's the way you drop the masks for me, only me...if only for seconds at a time, but I see it and those moments stretch for eternity. I recall them with perfectly clarity: the times you shine through, all battered, broken glory, like a phoenix. It's blinding. It's fucking blinding.

It's the day we learned that what we believed to be irreparable can become whole again. It's when we watched our jagged edges coalesce; we watched our mangled souls entwine and at the moment, we formed one perfect, fully-functional human being.

It's the way I drop my masks for you, only you. It's all that matters. We're all that matters, now.