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I was already thoroughly blistered with bitterness; and yet she would make it all disappear just by looking my way and allowing me to gaze upon her. And it's because to look at a woman the way you would want to look at her, without anything between her and you, other than the vision of one's eyes, can drive you crazy and make you suddenly lose your voice. That had to affect me deeply. That's what I believe.
You've always been alone. All of those close to you passed away quite some time ago and you've wandered through the world coming undone just as a single tiny tear from a cloud falls apart in the wind. You end up losing and then losing again, little by little, the hope of finding what you need to be strong, until suddenly it appears with arms that are riddled with holes, with eyes like water; with that way of holding you tight and letting go, showing you in passing how not to feel ashamed.