There was always a singular quality about the nature of my love
that made it special – that made me special.

Whether my feelings were returned or not was almost beyond
the point. Love always saturated my life, it made life poignant.

Give me passion and sorrow in every inordinate measure, I’ll
take both, rather than none. I would never survive a frozen life,
in slow motion, just standing there, stock-still, in tranquility.