In the bitterness we were facing, two souls were able to look into each other’s eyes, too soon for one, too late for the other.

In the bitterness we were facing, two souls were able to look into each other’s eyes while turning their backs on one another.

I looked deep into your eyes, and there I saw the memory I would never get to live, the memory that will exist in my head longer than it ever got to exist in your arms.

But at least I tell myself that we looked into each other’s eyes. At least, in the bitterness we were facing, we looked into each other’s souls.

Nietzche once said: “There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.”

And I cherished each of you.