I'm scared of the sea. I can't help but think of the danger it brings. The width and depth seem forever. But I know that someday, I'm going to swallow all my fears and sail into that immense body of menace. Because I have to find him. I have to see him. I have words I haven't told him yet. There are things he needs to know and I don't care if it matters now or it never really mean anything at all. I just have to find him.

Pollux, the man with so much passion about being perfect, why not? He was known by his perfect looks and perfect life, he's the perfect description about with women's 3 F's: Face value. Fat bank account. Fat c*ck. Those characteristics weren't from his father Castor, but he made his popularity known to all people....alone. He was a well known photographer who loves to capture things that doesn't have any imperfections. But how about when he saw the most beautiful woman he ever saw, but then she's not that perfect? --