at first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us.
what we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won’t stop loving them, even after they’re dead and gone.
for I still love you with the whole of my heart, Prabaker. I still love you. and sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can’t give to you, crushes the breath from my chest.
sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.
- gregory david roberts, shantaram