Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. You never even worried, with Jaye, whether your hand was sweaty or not. …
CONCLUSION
I have to beg like Shakespeare and not Marlowe. Forsooth. I beseech thee woman,..come back forthwith…my heart doth pitter patters when though art near.
love—”the marriage of true minds”—is perfect and unchanging; it does not “admit impediments,” and it does not change when it find changes in the loved one.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
CONCLUSION
