It’s what we will never know about the ones we love that binds us to them. I’d finally accepted that mystery is at the heart of love. That it’s our deep yearning to know the ones we love in ways that are ultimately impossible—we will never get close enough, never have long enough—that keep us bound to them, forever chasing. We are all of us searchers, I think. To love is to reach your hand across a distance that you’ll never fully close.
