torments of Tantalus

Every time I see her, it warms my heart. I haven't felt what I feel now in a long time...a delicious, slightly sick feeling in the pit of my stomach--a natural response to such a natural confluence of both inner and outer beauty. And the feeling is also suffering, that I might never let her know how much I am moved by her goodness. I am glad someone is making me feel this way, but of course I'm sad at the same time.

"Passion" is a marvelous word, because it grounds in etymology that love and suffering are but two sides of the same coin.

Going to sleep now, to dream...