In matters of the heart, however, not a lot actually happened between him and her. Soon she even resigned herself to missing him, sometimes. Eventually she realized that she had gotten what she’d always wished for: that wicked paradox of wanting to see the beloved yet not minding if he wasn’t there, of being irritated by his flaws yet trying at the same to justify them as some kind of underrated virtue. She was, in short, living the lover’s dilemmas.
