The Veterinarian – Love vs Sex 8

                My arms closed around her, and we kissed. Her lips were sweeter than honey and warm with life, and there was nothing wrong that mattered because there was nothing wrong we could not mend; and there was love as long as we lived, and love did matter, love would always matter.
                We parted, and it seemed to me that we had kissed for centuries, and centuries were not long enough.

The Wizard
Gene Wolfe        2004

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