Imagining you could no longer love me is far worse for me than what you call "the rules" I set for myself. I know we're two people and so like anyone we could be together. But for how long? If we're two ordinary people, how long will our love last? Eternal love doesn't exist, not even in books. So loving means for a finite time. There'd be no miracles for us, we're no different to anyone else. Otto is the only man who'll love me all his life. It sounds dumb, but it's almost true. If I give myself to you, you'll go off.
You don't trust me much, then.
I'm not a fool. You're handsome. Everyone likes you. You've known a lot of women. I've met at least two of them. As with them, one day you'll leave to love another that you find more pleasing. And I wont survive. Not to mention jealousy. The state that letter put me in. I'd always think you're loved by, and in love with, another. Perhaps I'd be able to endure my sadness, others do.
It wont work Junie. You can't hold out alone against our love. Because I am armed. And I'm not going to let you do it.

See you tomorrow?
No. Not tomorrow, the next day. Come round if you'd like.
5'o clock?