Vincent the Peaceful Assassin

I haven't written a feeling-fueled post in a while. But here it is. I am very sad that Maya Karin and husband are divorced. Not just because they are a good looking couple. But mainly because of that.

Anyway. To make myself better, and Maya Karin and husband too (if they stumble upon this post should they ever google up "Maya Karin and husband") here is to say not all is lost. That love remains even in the shambles. Or at least the (battered) memory of...

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. "

— Pablo Neruda

But then again. It was Pablo Neruda too who said the very painful:

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.