(100 word challenge)
“I said I would go to hell for you. That’s how much I love you. I would go, I would find you, and I would bring you back with me.”
“What if I can’t love you like that?”
“Have you ever loved anyone like that? Has anyone else loved you like that? Because I’m here, we’re here. That’s what’s real.”
“What if it’s an illusion?”
“Then make it the best damn illusion there ever was.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“I can’t do this.”
THE MORE LOVING ONE
by W.H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
“The More Loving One” appears among Auden’s poems about history, but it deals with nature and the disorienting necessity of learning to love a universe insentient to our hopes and fears, unconcerned with our individual fates — perhaps the least requited love there is, as well as the largest. It is an elegy, in the classic dual sense of lamentation and celebration, for our ambivalent relationship with this elemental truth and an homage to the supreme triumph of the human heart — the willingness to love that which does not and cannot love us back. – Brain Pickings https://www.brainpickings.org