I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.

The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.

Haven't you always been more than yourself? Haven't we all? We are none of us just one thing.

Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.

It is permissible to be the god of your own metaphors.