Yet, my love, was it not I who, from the very beginning, chose to drown within your gaze? I was the helmsman who knowingly set his course toward a tempest bearing your name and christened every breaking wave as fate. I have anointed your name as the first scripture in the gospel of love I inscribe with blood and longing. And to every ear deemed worthy of hearing, I shall go on speaking of you—of the one who made home sound so achingly near, yet impossibly beyond reach, @Desiderium.