"I often wonder if there are beautiful things left in the world. The monsters in our dreams have always been a shadow compared to the monsters in our lives, there seems to be no hope. But then I see the longing between the sky and the sea, and I know they are forever in a weightless bliss, wanting nothing more to love. They are endlessly apart, and despite how close they reach for one another at the horizon, they will never touch. It's a tragic story, but there's beauty in tragedy, wouldn't you say?" I wondered out loud, toying with the small ring on my finger.
"You're quite the cynic," He responded.
"Perhaps there are just too many things to be cynical about,"