Maybe love is just the chemicals, but so be it. If I’m addicted to you because of all the times we’ve made love, then I’m still addicted to you, so what difference does it make why? And maybe it’s not just love. Maybe bravery is caused by a greater primal fear. Maybe hope is the only cure to death anxiety. Maybe all grand theories are just placeholders for things we’re yet to understand. But what difference does it make? I love you. I feel it when you go to your mom’s for the weekend and I get home and the lights are off and our apartment is as empty as I am without you.