I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations...– BY PABLO NERUDA TRANSLATED BY MARK EISNER
A Million Little Deaths
Sometimes waiting for something for a long time is like dying a million little deaths. You wait and hope and hope and hope. Every time you check to see if it’s happening - and then it isn’t - you die just a little inside. And then you wait and wait and wait. And that means you die and die and die a little more each time.
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