Unbearable moments in the love crisis.

You are in love is she still...in love with you? That look of hers, this is why your heart beats so fast, why you are at once so thrilled and so anxious by that look of hers, but now a word badly uttered by me, a clumsy gesture, a wrong move and, instantly, the terrible feeling of estrangement and distance, now you don''t understand what we are doing with one another: unbearable, simply unbearable.

This infinitely small difference between what is close and present we are looking at each other, and what is far and absent,as she now she looks away.
 This difference is marked so vividly by a nuance, sharp as the knife of rejection.

This experience is common in the domain of “love-talk” and, more largely, personal relations. “Do you love me?” is not assessed by the originality of the sentence—none are more banal, trivial, boring, rehashed—but rather by the transformation it manifests in the listener, as well as in the speaker. Information talk is one thing, transformation talk is another. When the latter is uttered, something happens. A slight displacement in the normal pace of things. A tiny shift in the passage of time. You have to decide, to get involved: maybe to commit yourselves irreversibly. We are not only undergoing an experience among others, but a change in the pulse and tempo of experience: kairos is the word the Greeks would have used to designate this new sense of urgency.