But I don’t want it to pass. I don’t want to stop loving her. I prefer this sharp pain, this crushing anguish, to the tedium of lovelessness, of being normal… This pain is my final way of being with Aida, of being faithful to her, of prolonging my passion. I am not separate from her: in her absence, her memory accompanies me, it follows me, it gives her to me everywhere that she is not. I’ve never been apart from her for a single moment, although no one knows it.

Cristina Peri Rossi, Solitaire of Love (via forte-fievre)