Waking Up

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

–Anaïs Nin

(Borrowed from Literary Jukebox)

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Dead Lovers

Such a random thing to ask. And yet, such a mystical thing to ponder.

I wonder, what would happen if we applied this question in a broader sense? If we asked how many people one had made love to who are now spiritually dead, or emotionally dead?

Or, to be more macabre, how many people had one made love to who were dead at the time?