Could Love be but just a self-suggestioned mystification?
That's what you're gonna send me out into the world with? "Hate fades. Love is lust in disguise. There is no ass" ??
These are words of wisdom from a Bruce Willis movie ... and if that's not an oxymoron in and of itself, then I don't know what is anymore. Truth be told: I really wouldn't deserve for someone like her to love someone like me, now, would I? ... But I've been given completely undeserved and totally unmerited gifts from above before, haven't I? I guess hope dies last, now, doesn't it?