But I Must Confess that I have been in love from the moment I met you, though long before and long after my love has remained. It has come as it so often had shown itself prone to do, in pairs of two and in sets of dark and light that show there is so little difference from black and white but that which our eyes perceive. Yes, I am in love, and will be ever after, for love is the only notion for which I have a care, and the thing in which I behave so incorrigibly that it is thought to be a perfect artistic suffering. I am ever the widow of a romance never to bud, tending its grave with the faithfulness even time cannot promise but in that oath to make dust of us all.