One Must Talk. That's How It Is.

Oh, How Good It Is To Be With Someone, Sometimes.

She Had Lived Her Early Years As Though She Were Waiting For Something She Might, But Never Did, Become.

I Meet You. I Remember You. Who Are You? You’re Destroying Me. You’re Good For Me. How Could I Know This City Was Tailor-made For Love? How Could I Know You Fit My Body Like A Glove? I Like You. How Unlikely. I Like You. How Slow All Of A Sudden. How Sweet. You Cannot Know. You’re Destroying Me. You’re Good For Me. You’re Destroying Me. You’re Good For Me. I Have Time. Please, Devour Me. Deform Me To The Point Of Ugliness. Why Not You? Why Not You In This City And In This Night, So Like Other Cities And Other Nights You Can Hardly Tell The Difference? I Beg Of You.

...as Long As Nothing Happens Between Them, The Memory Is Cursed With What Hasn't Happened.

War Is A Generality, So Are The Inevitabilities Of War, Including Death.