And that's when I understand that I have been stained. Whether I'm still in love with him, whether he was ever in love with me, and no matter who he's in love with now, Willem changed my life. He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the transformative impact of love and relationships.
In this quote, the speaker reflects on the profound effect that a past relationship has had on her life. She acknowledges the complexities of love, including feelings of being stained by past experiences, and recognizes that through the journey of love and loss, she has found a deeper understanding of herself. The relationship with Willem not only changed her perspective on love but also led her to a journey of self-discovery and healing.
In practice
During a speech about personal growth and healing after heartbreak.
Then the musical instruments appeared. Dad’s snare drum from the house, Henry’s guitar from his car, Adam’s spare guitar from my room. Everyone was jamming together, singing songs: Dad’s songs, Adam’s songs, old Clash songs, old Wipers songs. Teddy was dancing around, the blond of his hair reflecting the golden flames. I remember watching it all and getting that tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.
But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
May Thy Love shine forever on the sanctuary of my devotion. And may I be able to awaken Thy love in all hearts.
I held you in the square And felt the evening Re-order itself around Your smile.
I love you, Dominique. As selfishly as the fact that I exist. As selfishly as my lungs breathe air. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival. I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need. This is the only way I can want you to love me.
Depression is the flaw in love. There's no such thing as love without the anticipation of loss. And that specter of despair can be the engine of intimacy.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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