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Thursday, August 28, 2008
From the moment i read this first line in the prologue, i think i've finally found an explanation that i couldn't put a finger to all these years. It's amazing how precise and poetic the author could put all this mish-mesh of feelings into a few sentences.
"It's hard being left behind. I wait for him, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays.
I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until i'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?"
nik @ 8/28/2008 12:11:00 AM | comment
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