Monthly Archives: November 2009

DexterIty

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My devil danced with his demon and the fiddler’s tune is far from over.

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Of Two Neils.

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What he wrote:

Love will be an impulse that will inspire and ruin in equal measure’

What he said:

‘Love will be an emotion that will destroy and inspire in equal measure’

Ai posteri l’ardua sentenza.

Again?

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Have you ever been in love?

Horrible, isn’t it?

It makes you so vulnerable.

It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up this whole armor, for years, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…

You give them a piece of you.

They didn’t ask for it.

They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you.

It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

Nothing should be able to do that.

Especially not love.

N. Gaiman – The Sandman