Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.