Chill Fingers of Yew

I remember, when I was around 20 and hopelessly in love, that one should grow out of unrequited love and that by the time you are 30 it should be a thing of the past. But here is something unexpected. What does love require: nothing, nothing at all. Reminds me of a song by The Talking Heads:

It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be so much fun.

So nothing at all is exactly what I was looking for. And it has brought me so much joy. It would never have worked any other way. I'm so happy that you had nothing to give me. I'm so happy that you gave me nothing at all.