Talk:Goodnight/@comment-7706473-20140511104044

According to an old priest I once knew, of the very Fire & Brimstone tradition, who nevertheless would associate with a vile heathen like myself - the origin of St. Valentine was that he was so beloved by god that god plucked the eyes right out of the sockets of the centurions marching him to the cross. I always like that interpretation of that story, and am sure I've passed it along here as well.

Sorrowpastas are something you have an excellent skill in telling, though due to my own feelings, this becomes something of a happy ending. The incredible depression the narrator feels it are familiar and inexorable. I had the strangest feeling that the narrator and Irene were an older couple, and whether it was intentional or not, it made the story both more bitter and more beautiful.

Ehrmn. I just wanna say, though this isn't really relevent, I much prefer this version.