Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
Love is a fearful and fascinating mystery if not spoken about. To fall out of love is to live in somebody else and feel the wistfulness of the lost someone. An anguish of longing for someone from the past you barely know. You live suspended in a rumination of nothingness. A dark vacuum.
A dark live-world space birthed by the two. A cosmology of the altruistic perfect beings deaf to each other.
Pay ears, my love. As I speak, it comes through me, not from me.
If I shut, what do you get to keep? Bliss. Or trauma.
The King Effect 