There was another thing I hadn’t counted on. And that was falling in love, as fast and irrevocably as you would fall off a cliff, and realizing that loving someone might mean to simultaneously want to slug them and hold them and possibly have to watch them die.… I hadn’t counted on that.
That if I had to choose between dying tomorrow or spending the rest of my life without him, I would seriously consider picking imminent death.
My dear, there is no universal secret. There’s only the secret each writer discovers for herself. The path forward.
Is it possible that you can love someone more than you love life itself, and yet you’re still never going to know for sure everything he’s thinking?