He who has seen all wars prefers to be
invisible in front of his friends' graves.
The issue is not about loyalty,
or why do I
always remember
that I need to smoke every time
I go to a gas station.
The issue is why today's dinner
was better than yesterday's
and why should I give
a damn about
the British Royal family
or the Secretary of Defense.
The issue is you
and I,
tonight,
after
this.
I.
L.
O.
V.
E.
D.
Y.
O.
U.
in all the colors of the rainbow,
but I couldn't
marry you
because
I was depressed,
guilty,
and short-sighted.
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