At midnight the charm wears off. When everything is changing let’s not talk about losing everything. That’s called romance. So tell me about love. Love is having more to say than words to say it with. Love is a monthly income of forty dollars with monthly expenses of forty dollars. Love is agreeing with someone because you want to even though you think you’re right. Love is being in bed on a cold night, and only important things matter. Have you eaten? Are you warm? Is there poetry in your dreams?