EVOL

LOVE, n.
A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.

- Ambrose Bierce (1842 - 1914), The Devil's Dictionary

If it ain't so tragic, it'll almost be funny that today happened to be Easter Day. It's been another season since my entry on Boxing Day, Monday, December 27, 2004, aptly titled "Season's Grieving...Happy Three Month "Anniversary". Kinda sounded like, Jesus got a bone to pick with yours truly, isn't it? Nah, I'm not going to pick a fight with some puritanic rednecks so I gotta reiterate that I'm just joking up there. Not that I care, anyway. It's March 27th. 2005. Half a year after one of the most pivotal day of my puny little life and still...can't help but feeling blue. Deeper and deeper shades of blue. "The more things change, the more they stays the same.", I guess. I shall knock it off...one of these days...

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?"

"I love you," she said, dispassionately. "You're my puppy. But when you're really dead you get to see things clearer. It's like there isn't anyone there. You know? You're like this big, solid, man-shaped hole in this world." She frowned. "Even when we were together, I loved being with you. You adored me, and you would do anything for me. But sometimes I'd go into a room and I wouldn't think there was somebody in there. And I'd turn the light on, or I'd turn the light off, and I'd realize that you were in there, sitting on your own, not reading, not watching TV, not doing anything."
She hugged him then, as if to take the sting from her words, and she said,"The best thing about Robbie was that he was somebody. He was a jerk sometimes, and he could be a joke, and he loved to have mirrors around when we made love so he could watch himself fucking me, but he was alive, puppy. He wanted things. He filled the space." She stopped, looked at him, tipped her head a little to one side. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?"

- excerpts from American Gods by Neil Gaiman

In my opinion, the most powerful moment in one of the best read I ever had. Personal reasons, I supposed.