In Love with Megan

Scribbled in one of my old sketchbooks is this early portrait of my infatuation with the woman who would become my wife:

I love Megan so much I wish we could be in perfect harmony at all times and not ever inflict hurt or conflict amongst ourselves-outer conflict is inevitable-and love each other not worrying about anything else but each other forever because a painting is just a painting and bullshit is bullshit and there is no crime among us, just love and hopefully soon complete understanding-my being is of her and only her and I smell her in my veins and without her there is nothing for me-she makes my life real and useful and inportant and purposeful-I want to bring joy to her life and to show her all that I can in this world and to learn with her everything that is glorious and bright-I want to show her that she is wonderful and special and that she is a warm glowing light in this dim yet spectacular world where everything is frozen waiting without time or any clarity..........