  "Someone asked me why I loved you, and for the longest period, I never knew. Indeed, even now, perhaps I am still unaware why so. I think I was once a poet. I was once able to ruminate long and short all at once upon the things that did not matter to me, things like being loved, having one's heart stolen and broken instantly. The real things that should have mattered never did in the end, that of absence, of impending presence. I was simply one leaf caught in the wrong wind. " -- forgrativa 
