“ I don't want to live, I want to love first and live incidentally. ”
I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
~ Zelda Fitzgerald
. . . she tried to weave the strength of her father and the young beauty of her first love with David, the happy oblivion of her teens and her warm protected childhood into a magic cloak.
I don’t want to live— I want to love first, and live…incidentally.
David, I’ll fly for you, if you’ll love me!”“Fly, then.”“I can’t fly, but love me anyway.”“Poor wingless child!”“Is it so hard to love me?”“Do you think you are easy, my illusive possession?
