"I love you" doesn't need to mean "I need you" anymore. Reduce any of us to red eyes and wine. blue-toothed smile. Remember your parents married, picture a kiss, a gummy worm wick burning an Irish last name with a history of drifting and a few too many nights too long with a few too many into an innocent "it's getting late". Catholic girl turns into you. Jesus knew only Judas loved him enough to know just how to [bad word] him, not some simple [bad word] Caesar, so I guess I'll know next time not to kiss you. Just say goodbye and stick it in. We all love to laugh through impossible purples until the greens reveal themselves each dawn.