Not just a little, nor merely a lot; I want it to be always, and forever. I want you to weep rivers that mark your cheeks with their sediment, carving your anxieties into the soft terrain of your skin. I want your tears to impinge on every moment of your life, every aspect of your existence, until they taint even your joy, and you can no longer tell loss from love. I want you to drown in your weakness while I skip pebbles across the glassy surface of your saline grave.
You can do it for me, if you really try.
I believe in you.