money is such a pathetically
onerous thing to have to spend
real time frenzying about. but to have
nought of
it is to stay in place. to go
nowhere. and you know where that isn’t
going. it isn’t
getting us anywhere nearer to each other.
love is an absurd thing, isn’t it? how our love is kept apart is revolting. so,
our pact, which we’ve each forsworn we’ll not deign
renege: you and i shall be in the same room before the sun rises upon another
year (and this we will do!).
