"Cause you make me strong.." he sang the verses of his favourite song. She wasn't any damsel in distress. He wasn't a knight in shining armour. They were individuals, not caught up in some fairy tale. Strangers one day, but what escalated then was something so beautiful, it was almost perfect. That's where lightning struck. Love doesn't do 'perfect'. Love is all about what's 'real'. "Heaven's just a heartbreak away," he sang in the feeble, but silky smooth voice of his, as she fell into slumber.