To Love You
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It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has already run its ruinous path and everything good is over before it begins.
It feels perilous to love you, like a dust strom swallowing up the sky or a comet skimming the stratosphere.
But it's an honor to love you. Like the snow drifts giving way to spring, I will hold you for as long as I can.
- Lang Leav