The road to a friend's house is never long.

The woman is rare. The woman is strong, she spans the floods, she overthrows the thrones, she stops the years. You have to flee when you see her, because, if she loves, if she hates, she is implacable. His compassion is relentless. But is it rare? I love you in time. I will love you until the end of time. And when the time is up, then I will have loved you. And none of that love, like nothing that has ever been, can ever be erased.