You have unearthed the person and have formed connection from a desolating distance. You breathe the same air. You're both aware of its distortions, of the toxic atmosphere turned into pleasant language of absurdity. But this isn't just someone. She is capable of wearing graciously a white-jacket weaved from unthinkable threads of white lies. Like a cold, naked sanity piercing through the fabric of genuineness, it becomes the innocence that uncouples morality and human nature. Someone who can spit out untruthful words with honest eyes and no, I'm not making any sense. Maybe you've encountered or dated one despite the odds situated by the unshakable foundations of relationship. This is basically asking lambs to marry a lion so I'm not expecting a yes.