I am dutifully, gloriously bound and summoned to be the narrator of the tale of Love and Leo, as we have lived it, as we have remembered it, as we have released the pieces we have forgotten. Our story can only be told in this unique style and tone, in this love language.

For ages, for centuries, we have come to the very edge, as all true and young lovers do. We came fearlessly to the edge, where all lovers must decide whether to fail or dare.

Time and again we were snatched away, we were denied, finding ourselves in the slow sick drip Cupid keeps between his horrible fingers. I have lived and suffered, as the narrator.

This is the first installment of a burgeoning series, our story has never been told, it may never again be heard. Our hunger became a longing, a longing sought and never surrendered.

We have known Cupid's games, his whims and his cruelty. This may be our last chance.

We willingly give up our memory, our past. Perhaps Time and Hope and the Night will be gentle witnesses.

Perhaps we will finally know the peace within all the sultry things. .