You are like a person who consumes herself in love and giving and does not know the miracles that are born of this.

I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it …

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

I feel a fatigue of the tongue seeking to utter impossible things until it twists itself into a knot and chokes me. I feel a fatigue at this mass of nerves see…