Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.

Why is love intensified by absence?

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

Yearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing Pet me, pet me, look at me, love me.

part memory part distance remaining
mine in the ways that I learn to miss you

Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death