I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you it will be satisfied or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

to love is to destroy and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudys and talk about the day and type up your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you dont listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when youre sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse yourand sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when youre late and be amazed when youre early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till Im black and be sorry when Im wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish Id known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when youre angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you youre gorgeous and hug you when youre anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when Im next to you and whimper when Im not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you dont and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think Im rejecting you when Im not rejecting you and wonder how you could think Id ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you dont believe me and have a feeling so deep I cant find words for it and want to buy you a kitten Id get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you dont want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I dont mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking its empty without you and want what you want and think Im losing myself but know Im safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you dont deserve any less and answer your questions when Id rather not and tell you the truth when I really dont want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think its all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because its beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.

Love is being honest with yourself at all timesbeing honest with the other person at all timestelling listening respecting the truthand never pretendingLove is the source of reality

In this part of the story I am the one whodies the only one and I will die of love because I love youbecause I love you Love in fire and in blood.

She didnt belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And thats why she liked him-- because he just thought she was crazy.

If I love you I will carry for you all your pain I will assume for you all your debts in every definition of the word I will protect you from your own insecurity I will protect upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family. I will give you the sun and the rain and if they are not available I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else.

Its not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.Its that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.Its not a weakness.Its your best strength.

Last time I saw you I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much not to love you.

Youre beautiful but youre empty...One couldnt die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose all on her own is more important than all of you together since shes the one Ive watered. Since shes the one I put under glass since shes the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since shes the one for whom I killed the caterpillars except the two or three butterflies. Since shes the one I listened to when she complained or when she boasted or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since shes my rose.