You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest. - John Keats

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake,
Would all their colours from the sunset take:
From something of material sublime,
Rather than shadow our own soul's day-time
In the dark void of night. For in the world
We jostle, - but my flag is not unfurl'd...

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.