Of course you love me, because I love you too! Look around us: a univers of chairs floating randomly through the universe (I would have prefered “air”, but I can’t have it!) Look around us: A sea of screams trying to fing the mouths they emerged from (I would have prefered “bodies”!) Look at us: colourless molecules of blood, reaching but never touching their water (I would have prefered “incolour”!)
Imagine our world without this little thing that everybody is so frightened of touching, wanting, saying, thinking: love.
You don’t love me! You love my rain! You love my nakedness! You love my love!
