You don't love me.
Not really. Maybe you love some of my traits, something about my character. But that's gonna change in a few years. You're gonna change too. Your desires will change, and you'll fall out of love and start looking for what you desire. And you'll get old and boring, and I won't be interested in you anymore anyway. But that's okay, that's the way this life goes. So shut up and stop talking about tomorrow, and the rest of our lives, and all that bullshit, because we both know it's only bullshit. Let's just focus on the here and now, on how good it feels and how great it is. Because that's all we really have anyway.
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For the moment at least...
And I will get old and boring over my dead body.
No wonder I didn't understand it
Do you actually think love lasts forever? I don't. It comes and goes.
And I wouldn't call the source of my inspiration angst. Spontaneity would be more accurate. And I'm no teen, either.