It hurts when love dies. When love is deep it hurts deeply more deeply maybe than you thought anything would ever hurt again.
But with time the spaces between the moments when it hurts get longer the moments themselves become less devastating till eventually you come to associate them with a sad sweetness that has as much in common with love as it does with grief.
I will not say Don’t grieve for me— do I look like Saint Francis?
But I wish you long spaces between, and may you carry into them all of that sweetness and only enough sadness to attest
the risk that’s being taken by everyone who loves you. Every time we love we’re saying, Let it ride and what’s on the table is the rent money.
And every time we stride again out into the crisp desert night our fists shoved deep into empty pockets we know ourselves for losers.
But, Jesus, what brave losers we are. I wish you this too, for the spaces in between, this bravery.
vanessa. boring and inscrutable. satirical and opinionated. sardonic but innocuous.
enigmatic and taciturn. pococurante but caring. neurotic but with equanimity. you wouldn't get me at all,
cause I wouldn't let you.
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"Let me tell you this: Some of life's questions you have to answer, some you just have to dance your face off and scream "no comment."" --- John Mayer