I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
I have no fear of losing you, for you aren’t an object of my property, or anyone else’s. I love you as you are, without attachment, without fears, without conditions, without egoism, trying not to absorb you. I love you freely because I love your freedom, as well as mine.
A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you were going to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a thousand years and still ended too soon.