You shall love me, in every century, in every millennium. When those you have chose over me begin to leave, you will come back to me. Each occurrence you're a little more broken than before but never so much so to where I cannot put the pieces back. What is a few side stories with a plethora of lovers between you and I, when in every scene you still undoubtedly love me and I, you. We shall live this tale over and over again until one day this carousel proves to be fruitless.