Just for future reference, don't use
words like "love" anymore. It's a very sensitive
word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John
Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your
terms, it's a currency that's easily devalued. Pretty
soon you're saying it whenever you hang up the phone or
whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it's an
excuse. Some @ssholes want it to be a bulletproof vest:
don't hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means--more.
More, more--give me something more. A couple of years from now,
when you're on your own completely, if you really fall in
love, if it really comes to that--and I pity you if it
does--you have to look right down into the black of her eyes,
right down into the emptiness in there and feel everything,
absolutely everything she needs and you have to be willing to
drown in it, Kevin. You'd have to want to be crushed,
buried alive. Because that's what real love feels
like--choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding
dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands
were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes
sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That's why the
second most abused word is "forever".
~ Peter Craig