If some small thing that I have done has charmed you,
If you think to yourself, how sweet, only she would do that...
Remember that one day, probably soon, when we hate each other,
The very same thing will set your teeth on edge and make you want to bury an ax in my skull.
You will complain about it,
Describing it to your friends, and the friends will exclaim that such an action is indeed
Someday soon, when loathing and disgust have reached their peak,
Perhaps we will laugh it off,
Perhaps we will forget each other entirely.
After enough others' embraces have filled us with an unbearable ennui,
After you have forgotten the details of the little thing I did today,
Perhaps then we will both receive the heavy and impossible guest Regret;
And if we do,
Despite its being laughably too late,
We will know
That it really was true love we had.
Mary Pickford wallpaper by Sylvie.