I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

Right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Why is love intensified by absence?

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?