The time is stupid tonight. Thinking of Christmas is equally stupid. And thinking of love and crying and those fucking bastards that we fall in love with and never really get, because one can never really own another person.

My point is - which is worse, being single, alone and lonely or being together with someone forgetting yourself into oblivion for a while before actually noticing that the magic is gone and the loneliness is back?

I hate all those moments I feel my heart melt if I see a certain smile and all those other moments when I cry during making love.

Because I'm making love, god damn it, and only that. I quit fucking a while ago.
I don't think that he did or that he even makes the difference.