Philosophies of Eros

After they went a few times around the Earth, two former lovers met more or less accidentally, in a place they knew:

"See, you said forever... where is your love now...?", he asked her gently, with a slight admonishing tone.

"You should not be surprised... You left first... This type of love is more conditional, we like it or not... I loved you then, but your leaving showed me an image of you I did not recognize, and ultimately love did not recognize... There is a long and painful processing and once it's done, even nostalgia would not stay..."

 "Yes... I regretted my actions..."

"And how could this love be, when one no longer chooses to be in...? There are always 2 in Eros, you know..."

"I did not forget you..."

"Hmm... mere knowledge of me being in some shadowy chamber of your heart is not enough. There is no life or love this way..."

"I understand... Maybe you can still find this love somewhere though..."

"Well... love is not like something that you can keep in a vegetative state, somewhere hidden inside the being, and then, if something favorable comes up, you'll brig it back to light and normal life. It's rather sick this way.  

"Maybe there is somewhere a power to resurrect... in forgiveness, or something...?"

 "It's not even like a dead you bury out of necessity... So, it's not a matter of resurrection, or forgiveness... Maybe I loved somebody that did not quite exist, and once realizing it, love simply reduces to itself, then it transforms... Love is dynamic, it cannot be confined to a deserted space, it becomes available for someone else... Forgiveness, even achieved, does not change facts, consequences... it does not bring relationship to its former state. "

"I was hoping..."

"Or maybe love I gave remained in you, and you cannot forget... It's hard sometimes to know where given love is... I want to believe love is never lost, and it finds ways to live somehow, somewhere, more or less seen, understood... Like water in a myriad of crevices out there..."

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