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
