The Night

It's amazing the things you'd find on facebook and the likes...But a couple of sentences caught my eye:

A couple were walking down the streets when a car lost control. The guy immediately pushed his girl aside and got hit by the car's side mirrors breaking his ribs.Girl:You idiot, why did you save me?
Guy:Broken ribs are better than a broken heart...

But the horrible truth remains that hearts break and we are compelled to look back from time to time,
when we are alone, the night catches us, off guard.
It spreads its arms, engulfs us, devours us,
and there is nothing else, but to think, and go over it again.
And while the cruel night laughs,
you are left with no choice but to look back.

And the night is shattered...

You were listening to Neruda as I walked in.
You hushed me up, and the voice said, "The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance."
I looked out the window...the darkest sky...no moon, no sign of the stars.
And tried to imagine and picture him.
I couldn't, so I tried some more.
And I tried again, and suddenly the voice said, in its playful tune, "Tonight I can write the saddest lines..."
And I realised it was the wrong image. The wrong person.
I turned to look at you...You're eyes closed.
It was about you.

And it played again,
 "To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me."

I could not have you, nor could I leave...
I tried to think it was foolish, but more foolish to have even housed the slightest thought that it wasn't true...
That in some way you weren't mine and
That I hadn't surrendered myself to you.

On love

Sometimes you do not need to say much. Sometimes what you want to say lie slipped, stolen from your lips. Sometimes what you had never even imagined - potent words, inflicts you with such a force...and that the shards of those beautiful words never leave you. This seems to be one such thing...

From Captain Corelli's Mandolin:
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."