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.
today a few drops of blood fell down of my heart and when i asked
why the response was "There was someone very cruel in yours heat
that forced us to come out
