i would dedicate my life, my every breath to making her feel like the queen she is, asking only in return that she keep an open mind and outlook to life, so eventually we'll break though her depression and she'll realise her full potential.
When that time comes, i'll shrink to the shadows, allowing her to experience everything she would want to unhindered by any obligation she may feel to me; content, that my one true goal in life if fullfilled. And after she has seen the world, and accomplised all she wanted to, if after all that she would spare a thought occasionally for me, my happiness would have no bounds.
Why anon, why can't she be real? Why can't i devote my life to her?