“No, dear. Betterment to yourself is never necessary. Betterment to myself, always is. As long as you remain perfect for my eyes, you need not change, as only through my love will you rise. If I keep myself from beast-hood, from the monster to which once hurt you, I can make you float above. Your perfection needn’t change, for that is how love conquers your heart, to make the arrows dance away from other quivers, to recreate and remind you to the wholeness always of yourself.”

– Modern Romanticism