Feb 17
portrait of Robert Collet 1842-1913 With time... With time, everything goes away. We forget the face and we forget the voice, the heart, when it beats more, there's no need to look any further, you have to let it happen and that's fine. With time... (...) With time, goes, everything goes away, and one feels bleached like a tired horse and one feels frozen in a bed of chance and one feels all alone perhaps but cushy and one feels cheated by the lost years. So really, With time we no longer love.