It's perfectly natural; after all, it is seemingly a relationship that's right out of those books we used to love as children. Who in their right minds, would want to disrupt such an ending? It is only fitting, then. Even if sheer perseverance counts as a factor, you still find yourself beaten. Indeed, you come up short.

They go back further than you would ever dream, sharing a history and even a present that you could only envision. If you encroached on that territory, you'd find a great many disapproving glares and remarks from their faithful butlers and matrons. Never has it been that the page courted the princess, instead of the knight.

While variables dotted the ever-changing landscape that painted the princess, at the same time there remained one constant. Count yourself lucky to have been a variable, albeit one easily displaced.

I need you, I need you, I need you;
you're all I'm living for.

Spare me but a second, then - to let me feel the warmth that I once felt.