They meet where light battles the oncoming dark. They mold under the shadows of the moon. A love that flourishes in the dark and come morning, it's as if nothing ever happened. The magic is gone and all that's left for him to do is pick up the bits and pieces of the person he was once were. But no matter how many times he's left. No matter how many times he's been reduced, he always comes back. Call him a fool but the heart wants what it wants.

Only fools fall for you...