“Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you.”
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.”