Tag Archives: absence

Love Story XLVIII

It existed only because she did. Because of her. For her. He wondered if he gave her too much credit, but then he remembered the path and all the things that had happened on it. What would fill the void of her absence? Nothing, he hoped.

Love Story XXV

Just as surely as creation and destruction were one and the same, so his presence and absence had become one. Within, without, within, without, she repeated. Within. Without.

Love Story XVIII

Presence, absence, silence – everything was loaded, imbued with meaning it did not previously have. 22 whole minutes had passed. Where was she? Was this it? He needed to rest in the calm shade of indifference.