Is there anything more dispiriting than the attempt to rekindle romance?
Trying is failing.
And love is not personal.
Is there anything more dispiriting than the attempt to rekindle romance?
Trying is failing.
And love is not personal.
“You complete me.” Only ego feels incomplete. (Is “I AM” partial? A fraction?)
“You make me happy.” This Sisyphean endeavour begins with a face-splitting rictus and ends in a trickle of salted water.