Apropå ett annat inlägg som jag skrev. Om kärlek.
“Have you
ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your
chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you
and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of
armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from
any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece
of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you
or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes
hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the
darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into
a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the
imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real
gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
– Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol.9: The Kindly Ones
