… You don’t understand the depth of my love. Love, you see, has little to do with the one being loved, and everything to do with the one who loves.It does not matter who or what you are, it does not change my love for you, and nothing is likely to make me stop loving you, just as you are.It is my constant companion, bearer of my pain and solitude, its source and salvation, all in one.

From The Book of Unfinished Stories


Art by Aubrey Beardsley