Laurus

by Eugene Vodolazkin

But love (Stroev flapped his arms around) is such an overpowering feeling that, as I understand things, it just convulses you. Practically makes you high. But I’m not feeling that. I miss her, yes. I’d like to be with her, yes. Hear her voice, yes. But not behave like a madman. You’re talking about passion that really is a form of insanity. But I’m talking about love, which is sensible and, if you like, predestined. Because when you miss someone, we’re talking about lacking a piece of you, yourself. And you’re looking to be reunited with that piece.