“I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

You're drowning. 

Eyes closed. Palms sweaty.
You've lost yourself.
Love is so perfect.

So perfect.

Why would you? Why would you ever need anything else?

The cliffs edge crumbled.

You're drowning.

“Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'
You'll always be like this to me.'
Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.”