Nothing Can (via thappiness)
Ever heard of war? That keeps plenty of people who love other people away. Remember that whole period in the late 1930s and early 1940s when young, married men were writing letters to their wives and saying things like, “The war rages on. I’m terrified but the commander says we’ll pull through. Oh, dearest Agnes, I think of you daily and wish to place my hand upon your fertile bosom once more. But the war, Agnes. The war keeps me away. Even though I love you. Because love cannot create a magical plane that will at once destroy all the Nazis and fly me back to you so that I may touch your bosom and also your other parts which a gentleman like I must never put to parchment. Because that magical plane doesn’t exist. And so I fight, here, in this war, away from you.” Yeah, it’s called history.
Also, if he doesn’t like you, try chaining him to a chair in your basement. Worked wonders for me when my wife kept trying to leave right after she got pregnant. She kept claiming it wasn’t mine and that some guy “Rick” was the real father. How “Rick” was a doctor and was so much better than me. Well, it took “Rick” three whole days to alert the police so how smart could he really be?