by Violet

If I had to verbalize what I believe accounts for the failure of most of my romantic relationships, it’s the fact that I cannot bear love’s ageing. I cannot stand the dissolution of the honeymoon phase. As soon as the vacation, the electrifying vitality, the rapture of meeting someone new fades, its a kind of death practice. You die a little. When enthrallment dissipates, you have a moment of profound tragic realization that everything passes, that our greatest ecstasies are imbued, are cast upon by a shadow of dread, of knowing that this will pass, that this will end.

Jason Silva