Not to imagine that your sense of need must imply a binding of souls, but to actively want; to choose to want, and when parted, not to feel as though a need has gone unfulfilled. Rather to feel a dull and constant tug at the soul – as part of you has passed from one place to another, while the remainder must stay and cannot follow.

Love is that sense that comes with choosing to be ripped apart. It is as close as one might come to some kind of conscience annihilation.


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