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To be in love:
I couldn’t tell him that I saw, or thought I saw, his car everywhere in the street, or that I repeatedly started to dial his telephone number without completing it, or that I feverishly questioned my landlady whenever I came in, or that everything led back to him and i utterly resented myself for it.

To be in love: But even if I had the pain more or less at my beck and call, I couldn’t prevent it from resurfacing unexpectedly during a class or at lunch, taking me by surprise and causing me distress. There were other things I couldn’t prevent either: the daily, perfectly understandable sense of boredom, a larva-like existence in the rain, my fatigue in the mornings, uninspiring classes, conversations.

“What happens to us on earth is lost in the endless shine of eternity. To be alive was to remember brown rivers where the fish run, and sunlight on a lady’s hair.”

Bad. So so so bad. Bad so bad. Bad. Can’t stop reading.