I feel sometimes that we are like
Heathcliff and Catherine.
Two lovers whose love is so powerful
yet so tragic.
With heath in my arms
and the sun on your face
you became my
and I your
And how quick we are to forget our
"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be;
and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to mighty stranger:
I should not seem a part of it... Nelly,
I am Heathcliff!
He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure,
any more than I am always a pleasure to myself,
but as my own being."