\Whether in joy or in sorrow, stand by my side through life and death. Do not seek to comprehend or excuse my actions; your only obligation is to love me. \Why did I have to appear attractive to him? I long for the ability to remain unnoticed, like someone of my nature.\ He embodies both darkness and illumination, despair and aspiration. The moment I beheld his face with my regained sight remains unforgettable. A perilous love flourishes amidst misconceptions and truths, obsession and retribution. The visage of \that man,\ who is distinctly not \that person,\ is indelibly imprinted in my memory.\