“Just for future reference, don't use words like
"love" anymore. It's a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly.
Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To
put it into your terms, it's a currency that's easily devalued. Pretty soon
you're saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns
into an apology. Then it's an excuse. Some assholes want it to be a bulletproof
vest: don't hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means--more. More, more--give
me something more. A couple of years from now, when you're on your own
completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that--and I pity
you if it does--you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right
down into the emptiness in there and feel everything, absolutely everything she
needs and you have to be willing to drown in it, Kevin. You'd have to want to
be crushed, buried alive. Because that's what real love feels like--choking.
They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it
was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but
now it makes sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That's why the second
most abused word is "forever".”
― Peter Craig, Hot Plastic
― Peter Craig, Hot Plastic
Today's post will just be this quote. I found it by accident and somehow found myself relating to it at this point of time. Its just so deep; goes right through you and takes something from you which resides deep within. That Black Hole which pulls everything that exists within you and in the end it all becomes nothingness. Nothingness.
See you all soon.
