" And indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss of death between them and ourselves, just as much as if they were no longer of this world, since the fact that we are no longer in love makes the people that they were or the person that we were then as good as dead? "
― Marcel Proust , The Captive / The Fugitive (In Search of Lost Time, #5-6)