I have always been annoyed by people who claim to be in love. They are a selfish lot, proclaiming their affections endlessly. Similarly, I can't bear newly weds who, still in their first raptures, are repulsively giddy. But that wanes after a few years.
My experience was a bit more troublesome. After we parted there was a long period when I could not stop thinking about her. And then, I discovered that everything beautiful conformed to her beauty. I saw her face in the stone arabesques of my university. Her fingers clutched the binding of old vellum books in the library. Her color stained the autumnal apples that I ate.
It was a miserable period. It still is.
 germanicus2 · Thu Dec 13, 2007 @ 03:15pm · 0 Comments |
