“Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else. I will love you if you have a child, or two or three children, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I will love you, even as the world goes on its wicked way.”
i am LAUGHING. you guys are getting really creative with this - well done.
i have internet! i don’t know, i doubt you guys care, but i am a very happy panda right now.
oh, no, not invasive at all! it’s quite difficult to find a question i’m not willing to answer. ask as many questions as you like.(:
i - just sort of love words in general. i like the sound of them, the meaning - so this list is genuinely endless. but right now the ones that come to mind are incalescence, esoteric, and sesquipedalian.
this is a bit of a difficult question to answer, but I think I’d have to say, generally, it’s any derogatory word that’s specifically aimed toward a certain type of person. cough subtlety, thy name is Nik.
there are some specific words i just don’t like the sound of, though. like scrotum.