One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.
Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.
They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.
Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.
It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.
He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.