I don’t know what to write anymore.
Nothing about love, nothing about pain, nothing about me.
My pain is not my own.
I don’t want to share it – I hoard and pamper it
because it is the only thing that will always be uniquely mine.
That was the entire point of the Passion, I think,
or one of them at least.
To make it clear that our pain is God’s as well.
That’s the part about love.
“Tears are not arguments.” — Machado de Assis