You begged me, sobbing, to listen.  Delivered to my ears in the form of communication to which you have devoted your life and soul: a song; its lyrics cut through me like shards of ice, piercing my heart and cutting through the fog of my mind.  I didn't want to believe you.  By the time I did, it was too late.
You were always right.  No one has ever so clearly seen, or so fully embraced the essence of who I am.  You tried to warn me.  And you stood by helplessly as you watched a piece of me die.

The tears we shed that night, together, were not in vain.

I'm ready to start searching.