This Regina Spektor song came up on my playlist. The song always touches me, not just because Regina Spektor makes beautiful music, but also, because in love, I don't think there's such a thing as loving anyone too completely*, and this song speaks to that truth.
Also, by "love" I don't mean "sleep with" (though one often encompasses the other). It's interesting: In the past, the greatest love stories, such as Wuthering Heights, were considered great precisely because they remained unconsummated. Today, love is not considered legitimate unless it's been consummatted. I could try to explain the shift, how today's society is trying to compensate for Victorian values, and discuss the roots of ascetism in Classic culture, but instead I refer you to the works of Michel Foucault and Daniel Boyarin :)
* Exception: If you are in an abusive relationship, no matter how much you love the person or how many positive qualities they have, you should get out before they can harm you. I know it's easier said than done, but I still have to say it.
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