Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It’s everything in between we live for.
I am late to the Ann Patchett party, but luckily there were plenty of hors d’oeuvres and champagne flutes left to go around. She writes with such clarity, such emotional precision, that there can be no question of veracity—you know you’re getting the truth as she sees it, no matter how hard it is to swallow.
To amend a quote by Vivek Shraya, the beauty of love is that it ends. Whether that’s in death, or any other form of separation, love (being the bond of affection shared between people living in the mortal plane) is finite. And thank God it is. We are only here for a short time, so let us fill our days with love, with connection, and with joy.
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