!!! This reminded me a little bit of one of Rilke's Duino Elegies, in fact, his first one --
''Oh and night: there is night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces.
Whom would it not remain for--that longed-after, mildly disillusioning presence,
which the solitary heart so painfully meets.
Is it any less difficult for lovers?
But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.''
O love do you pity me not? How exquisitely painfully sincere...