In his eyes I see a gentle glow...

[whethervane]

A question recently posed by Miss Georgiana Darcy has got me thinking-- Did Dorian, did my Prince Charming, ever love me at all? If therre is no such thing as love by sight alone, then what would one call such a telescopic love? He loved, or so it seems, the tragedies I played each night; he loved those girls, whose lives I wore, and never once even so much as saw me, much less came to know me with any depth to bring about love.

Him -- I loved him. I love him. I do not care what happened after, nor that he may never have loved me. First sight, perhaps; but to see Dorian Gray is to love him, to want him, to need him.