Just for future reference, don't use words like "love" anymore. It's a very sensitive word and it wears out really quickly. Romeo barely says it, so why do you? John Hinckley filled out a whole journal all about it but where did that get him? To put it into your terms, it's a currency that's easily devalued. Pretty soon you're saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave the house. It turns into an apology. Then it's an excuse, but mostly it just means more. More, more ... give me something more. A couple of years from now, when you're on your own completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that, and I pity you if it does, you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right down into the emptiness that some other man created, and in there you feel fucking everything. Absolutely everything she needs will come to you and you will have nothing else to do other than drown in it. You'd have to wait to be crushed, buried alive. Because that's what real love feels like ... choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes sense; love is the first foot in the grave and that why the second most abused word is forever.
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