For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.

Run, sweetheart, run.

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,' I turned to the statue, 'when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love me. Now? I'm just your monster, Frankie. I will always be a monster.

We are all Romeos looking for our Juliet, but never finding her.