“Ah, but that is the real tragedy of existence, is it not? We all of us think we have some sort of hold on our own hearts. We all of us think we have some sort of control over how and when and whom we love. But ultimately, we’re prey to forces beyond our control. Each and every one of us.”
And learning so can be painful...a real tragedy. But the tragedy could be what would love be without mystery...or even pain?
