One True Loves

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

I had predicated my life on the idea that I wanted to see everywhere extraordinary, but I’d come to realize that extraordinary is everywhere.

You feel like the rest of your days are killing time until it’s time to die.

You know that you will never truly be free of the grief. You know that it is something you must learn to live with, something you manage. You start to understand that grief is chronic. That it’s more about remission and relapse than it is about a cure. What that means to you is that you can’t simply wait for it to be over. You have to move through it, like swimming in an undertow.

You are happier to have known him than you are sad to have lost him.

We are two people who are madly in love with our old selves. And that is not the same as being in love.

I could make myself fit for him. He could make himself fit for me. But that’s not true love.

I don’t think that true love means your only love. I think true love means loving truly. Loving purely. Loving wholly.