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Love after love - Derek Walcott The time will come  when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life. ~~~

SONNET I don't think that I've been in love as such, Although I liked a few folk pretty well. Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch, For brave men died and empires rose and fell For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands And men have followed women into Hell. In plays and poems someone understands There's something makes us more than blood and bone And more than biological demands... For me, love's like the wind, unseen, unknown. I see the trees are bending where it's been, I know that it leaves wreckage where it's blown. I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone." ~ Neil Gaiman

We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. - How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves. - I had wanted life not to bother me too much, and had succeeded - and how pitiful that was. ~ Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending