13-10-16

- I want to love you until we die, maybe after that.

- Do you mean that? A death promise is not a light thing.

- Yes. I want to be there when you let go of your last breath the same way I desire your presence when I’m no longer bound to this… world.

- It’s rather a morbid thought.

- You love it.

- I do.

- As I was saying… I want to learn to love you as you get older and wrinkly, and dry and mean. I want to love you in your change, in your new beings.

- Let me tell you that your love confessions are the weirdest.

- Yeah.