Until the end of the world.

I was reading the book about the end of the world (which claims
that "it makes you glad to be alive"), and I stumbled upon this
paragraph:

Is it possible to love so desperately that life is unbearable? I don't
mean unrequited, I mean being IN the love. In the midst of it and
desperate. Because knowing it will end, because everything does. End.

And I thought, I know exactly what the author is trying to say.
Because I feel like this towards you. Don't smirk, but sometimes I
really feel sad and scared because I know that how I feel and how we
are together will end, because everything ends. And I do not mean
soon. I mean that everything ends, in the end, and I feel really sad
that what we have will be over and forgotten. Like, in 80 years.

And the world will end. Right. Ah, I feel really write-ey now!!

I love you. We have some time still (see above).

I love you.