‘You’re the love of my life’: say that. You don’t have to mean it.
Lovers play, philosopher. They aren’t serious all the time.
How long will our adventure last?
How long do you want it to last?
Until it stops being an adventure. Until it becomes more drudgery.
I didn’t know I had a philosopher-shaped hole in my life. Until you arrived.
Is there a philosophy of fucking? There are philosophies of love, I know that. But of fucking?
Work in Progress 