Jorge Luis Borges stated that kisses aren't contracts and that we shouldn't consider gifts as being promises. Fair and square. Life is unexpected, our reactions are way beyond automatism, our thoughts have no meaning regarding people we love or used to care about.
And there you have it. You find yourself dealing with the most unpleasant situation -going separate ways-. What to do? Where the hell is that look that should wound your heals, that hand you need to hold, that touch you were accustomed with? Nowhere. You're empty. And so is the entire world. On top of that, it's raining. How ironic, you've never enjoyed Bacovia but you seem to be playing the part of the neurotic lover... Standing at a crossroad, you have no idea about the destination. Just run, maybe you could find your inner self somewhere... Broken, but found.
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It could have been more ironic if, at the very moment it started raining, out of nowhere, came a note of C-sharp, followed by one of Chopin's nocturnes... But then, of course, rather than running towards a destination unknown, you would find out that the best way to overcome this "most unpleasant situation" would be to fall asleep, dream a bit and wake up... hoping as Coelho says in the Zahir, that one day, you awaken to an idea that is new. "You heart will be broken, but it will surely mend and will start to see the beauties in life once again."
(One of the few lines that I like from Coelho (unfortunately) after he became a celebrity.)
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