Their legacy tends to be, at best, an irritation and nasty mark that fade off after a bit, and at worst the loss of real friendships and lifelines.
They increasingly became part of the celebration, rather than the chief reason to celebrate.
You’ve known this all along, of course, but now you’re painfully aware.
A fulfilling relationship in the eyes of this Berlin-based poet.
I now know what he meant, but it’d take me years to fully appreciate it.
Love is often not entirely explainable and may seem quite random, and therein lies its power… to somehow stall the machine, though never quite break it.