Sublime

But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

A man was crossing the vacant floor towards him. The distance between them was so great this took an hour or two, and in that time Thomas felt no anxiety and no surprise: ‘James,’ he said, smiling with an uncompromised happiness he knew would be brief, and taking account of the ways in which the man was altered.

Isak.

He loves her so much because she always makes him feel a bit stupid.

Rejoice, small ant, she thought, in your one life, though too soon dimmed it shall be.

This is what happens to a man who was made for a great love and not a suit when he does not feel the love. He closes in. He becomes weary. On the bus he looked out of the top-deck windows and saw less of life and felt less sturdy, less sexy, less rich. He was beginning to forget his magnificence. A darkness was coming down over his face like the pu

Sune,

It is about love, but a different kind. A kind that you can only find and not substitute for.