Imagining you could no longer love me is far worse for me than what you call the rules I set for myself. I know we’re two people, and so like anyone we could be together. But for how long? If we’re two ordinary people, how long will our love last? Eternal love doesn’t exist, not even in books. So loving means for a finite time. There’d be no miracle for us, we’re no different to anyone else. If I give myself to you, you’ll go off.