I demanded originality of his professions of love, meant to soothe me, stuck as I was in a spate of feverish sadness.

He gave me the small things - "If I could I would give you rainbows, unicorns and a room full of heart shaped balloons for your birthday."

I realize now, after so many years of theorizing and imagining love, that it is only sincerity that makes me buckle at the knees and brings me quite completely to peace.