Who knows about what is going to happen tomorrow?
The woman you love or the man you love -- either movement is possible: You may come closer, you may become distant. You may become again strangers or you may become so one with each other that to even say that you are two will not be right; of course there are two bodies, but the heart is one, and the song of the heart if one, and the ecstasy surrounds you both like a cloud. You disappear in that ecstasy: You are not you, I am not I. Love becomes so total, love is so great and overwhelming, that you cannot remain yourself; you have to drown yourself and disappear.
In that disappearance who is going to be attached, and to whom? Everything IS.
When love blossoms in its totality, everything simply is. The fear of tomorrow does not arise; hence there is no question of attachment, clinging, marriage, of any kind of contract, bondage.