"When it happens you don’t expect it. You don’t expect anything anymore. You lose your head for just a second and someone walks into your life, turns it upside down, tenderly, brutally, making a place for himself. Even before anything has happened it’s already too late. You can’t tell who is choosing whom, when, how, why. You only know these things later when everything is over and each person holds the other accountable for what has gone on. And if I tell you about what happened last summer with a young man, it’s not to tear him apart. What we lived through together for such a short time tore us apart; it was vibrant, exhilarating, violent—and pathetic. But I must tell the whole story through to the very end. Not to shirk it off, but to bear up under it, something new to wear for the days ahead.

Nothing can make sense of how senseless unhappiness is. Grown used to this need we have to understand everything we too quickly forget—because of all the breaking up, breaking down, breaking hearts when things come to an end—that there were moments of sharing and selflessness, moments of—for want of a better word—happiness. These moments are irreplaceable. "   -OUR SHARE OF TIME,Yves Navarre Translated by Dominic Di Bernardi, Noelle Domke http://www.dalkeyarchive.com/book/?GCOI=15647100140470

[+] This is true indeed.