Many people have come to celebrate the unity between two people. When the priest united us as husband and wife, it seemed like something eternal. But as time went on, arguments ensued, it wasn't that we had much to argue about, it was more that we couldn't really understand each other's reasoning behind each other's actions. Our mutual understanding has worsened as time has passed, something you would expect to be the opposite, not the same. Too stubborn for change, too longing for anything other than change. Sooner or later we ended up separating, in the end none of us changed. Every time we fought, it was for some insignificant reason that we chose not to settle down peacefully and talk about it, instead of starting a crossfire that harmed innocent civilians. Our relationship was a corrupt utopia, one step before the fall of the greatest empire. We could not save the utopia we once lived in, because we ourselves did not know what the utopia we lived in looked like. We were the corrupt kings who brought about the downfall of our kingdom, we were the calamity that destroyed many