You must understand that I am a writer. I am not a pragmatist. When I say that I love you, my feelings are far deeper and far more complicated. When I say I would die for you, my idea of death is twisted and not made of any form of repentence at all. When I say I would kill for you, it's not just metaphorical or metaphysical murder I speak of.
But when I say I find you more poignant than the moment I stood above Mary Shelly's grave, tears streaming down my cheeks, overwhelmed by the emotions that welled inside my body...then I must find you very poignant indeed.
