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The woman of my dreams told me, with our fingers entwined, that all I would ever need to give her was love.

Love, and diamonds.

Love, diamonds, and chains.

I told her my plan: "I'll use the chains to steal the diamonds. I'll use the diamonds to buy a little bit of love. I'll use the love to make you happy."

"Love can't make anyone happy."

I embrace her tighter. "I want you to be happy."

"I'll never be happy. I am a complete malcontent."

"And if I give you the things you ask for?"

"Love will make me stay for a week. Diamonds will make me stay for a month. Chains will make me stay until you unlock them."

"I don't want to hold you prisoner."

"Darling, that's all any of us ever are."

I can feel her fingers between mine, making a cage out of our hands, holding the disappearing heat of love between them, trapped, held tightly, flowing between us. I can still feel those interlacing digits when I close my eyes, those soft and smooth, playful bars of velvet.

She told me: "The sweetest three words I've ever heard are these: Nothing is forever."