alright. you know what. i really, really have to do some work.

(you're offering comfort: that this too shall pass. that's not really it, is it? i'm not sure -- i know you are -- that i want it to pass, just like that. it's more that -- it is not (it will not be) something you cannot bear -- i wish i could tell you. survival's not really the issue -- how do you, actually, physically, die from love? men have died and the worms have eaten them, but not for love...)