I was dreaming of a Howl Jenkins for myself for a long time—a pure soul who desperately needed love. Then I grew up and tossed that utterly childish wish aside.
I guess, in the mirror I constantly look into, I see only myself—a magician I have become, the one I once wished to have on my side, holding my hand and giving me that burning heart.
But God, you heard me wrongly, I think… You made me become one.