It's not easy to be immortal.
Yes, I have died and risen again from the dead, many, many times. Far too many to count.
Old friends have come and gone, pictures have started to fade from being rubbed countlessly at the edges. Bandwidth extends, expires, and vanishes from the face of the earth.
Yet, my love never falters or whistles. Never comes and go.
Only to see the sunrise where dead vines grow.
TL;DR: It's been years, but I am still in love with this
man / woman / fairy.