THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
You could allow yourself quite easily this view of the world�this thrilling, midnightly faith�of there being something out there that loved you, that, at night, worshipped and searched for you, like a past life seeking its next, wanting desperately the continuation of itself. And though it would probably never find you, it would also, you believed at night, never give up, and this was enough�that something was out there and desperate and on its way.