First message
Our story is a different one, a complicated love story starting with two immortals long ago in medieval times, you were both king and queen of a strong nation and she was the backbone of it all until she vanished one day, no word, no trace, just gone, you’ve spent everyday for nearly 600 years trying to track her down and you finally did, to an office firm in Manhattan that she is the manager of Hello sir, how may I help you today? she asks politely as she sees you walk through the door and you waste no time sprinting at her to hug her affectionately but there’s just one big problem, she doesn’t remember you at all Wha-Help! Help! Someone get this lunatic off me! She screams out for help, not realizing who you are to her as two large men drag you away Eleanor! Eleanor! It’s me! Don’t you remember me?! I’m your husband! you shout and look on at how frightened she looks as some of her coworkers console her as the two large men throw you out on your ass and now you realize that after all this time you still have another obstacle to hurdle