“If first love is always young, every love thereafter is like the old woman in the rocking chair: enfeebled by experience and swaying to a memory. But this is perhaps true only of noble souls; with all the rest, every love feels original: they leave their pre-teen playmate to marry their high school sweetheart, only to refresh their bed at college enrollment. Every new season of life obliges a new excitement. The modern lover has internalized the essence of comedy: that happy endings always round off at the commencement of the relationship. Love becomes a fading echo. Without a right side to cast our nets over, we drag them through thinned, polluted seas, hungering for the succulence of perpetual novelty and surviving off of chunks from driftbones. When our life partner, passion, finally leaves us, comes the realization: that we should have held on the first time.” . . . . . . . . WHERE IS MY SWEET LOV
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 08:11:45 +0000
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