I've seen enough, but I haven't seen it all...

I lived with a broken man. He wasn't a crackedpolystyrine man, but he crumbled and burnt. I'm now the real thing. I tasted the real thing. And my love wasn't [and never been] fake. I've cried lonely and bitter tears of joy. I understand now. You left, I stayed. But then again, I'm Penélope, and I wait...