“I adore my own lost being,
my imperfect substance,
my silver set and my eternal loss.”
More from Pablo Neruda
“I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.”
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
“You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.”
“In this part of the story… I am the one who Dies.”