If I hadn’t loved you, I’d now conclude that knowing you was a waste of time.

Not that a waste of time is always a bad thing.  Crosswords are a waste of time.  Blogging is, too, pretty much.  And washing and waxing a car is as much a waste of time as anything I can imagine.

So, it follows, that only knowing you would have been like washing and waxing my car.  Only knowing you would have been like blogging.  In fact, it was through blogging that I got to know you.  See there.

Except for the loving part, all will fade. 
That love, however, will remain ours-untouched-
even after all of time has wasted away.