Tell me, Is it terrifying to know how young we are. Babe, is it terrifying to be in love with me? There are times like these when I question gods purpose of why we are together. Why does this love have to come now? Tell me, would you leave everything behind for me? Lie to me and say you wouldn’t and won’t. I will not leave you early even though I already know our fate. I will Love you till that day. There will be two paths for you to take… Now just please Promise me you will take the path away with no regret and don’t look back. I’ll always love you.
- when I try to analyze my own cravings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort of retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visualized route to fork and re-fork without end in the maddeningly complex prospect of my past..
- Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities
