You better make love to me now because my lease expires soon and I will move away and our relationship will not be the same. We will fuck other people, and not tell each other about it and we will fade. We will phase each other out. As much as we love each other and want to have that romantic life together, that’s not how it works. We will move on and we will have relationships with other people and develop a strange bond that we can’t even fucking relate to… but that’s how things go. We do what we do. Then we move on because there is no motion but the forward one.