I fall more and more into my obsession with this man. I realize that I could never feel this way about anyone else. If I lost Nero, I would spend the rest of my life remembering what it was like to experience desire on this level. Pleasure on this level. Connection, admiration, love, on an all-encompassing scale. That’s the harrowing thing about falling in love. I’m Eve in the garden. Once I eat the fruit, I can never go back. I can never forget what I tasted. And I don’t care. I would give a thousand gray and lonely years for one hour of this. I would give anything to have Nero.
