Throughout his solitary escapades, through finding beauty and horror, he found you: so beautiful, you were ugly. You were a paradox, making him feel as if he were in limbo. Yet, he yearned to stay in this limbo. He wanted to stay entranced by you, your every perfection and every flaw. Your beauty was like a saccharine strawberry: so sweet that it was displeasing. His gloved hand held your delicate one, his red hair, as red as strawberries in the summertime, hanging over his finely chiseled face.