love. it's just chilling y'know? kicking it with somebody, talking, making mad stupid jokes. and like, not even wanting to go to sleep 'cause then you might be without 'em for a minute, and you don't want that.
If that half of my soul were snatch away from me by an untimely stroke, why should the other stay? That which remains will not be equally dear, will not be whole: the same day will involve the destruction of both.