we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezAnd nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez