Nohbody Posted March 11, 2012 Posted March 11, 2012 That's from a translation of a Pablo Neruda poem called "Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche". My Spanish isn't adequate enough to appreciate the poem in the original, so I have had to make do with the translation. The point is rather straightforward, though. As time goes on and you look back on things, you may find your perception shifting in a subtle fashion. At some point, you will go from 'being in a relationship with this person is normal' to 'not being a relationship with this person is normal', and that becomes the context in which you remember everything about the person you were with. In time you might convincingly tell yourself "I don't love them". And then, some dark night a week or a month later you find yourself rolling around in bed thinking of them. And maybe you still love them. Or maybe you love the feelings you had when you were with them. Maybe you loved being appreciated (or feeling appreciated, obviously they didn't appreciate you that much). I've been having a hard time lately. Trying to figure out where to go next, and what to do with myself for the next six months or so. I've thought about riding a train around America, and I've thought about sneaking into Syria through Turkey to go do some freelance reporting or something. And I've had less stupid ideas. And stupider. At some point that person will become just another bad thing that happened to you. And then, hopefully, at some point they will become just another thing that happened to you. And you can own the good and the bad in equal measure without judgment. And you might realize that this was your life, the life you are living is probably the only one you'll ever have. And you loved someone. Maybe they didn't ever really love you. Maybe they think they still do. It doesn't matter. What matters is you taking back your identity, your power, and moving on to the next thing. I'm stuck in that last part, still. But I think I might get over it. Given time.
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