This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 11.1.2015 at 17:39
Today I begin to understand
what love must be
...if it exists...
When we are parted
we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves
We are incomplete
like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost
That is what I imagine love to be:
Incompleteness
In
Absence
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