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by
Daniel Jones
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July 15 - July 17, 2020
It was better to take notice now and bow out gracefully. Better to save us both years of indecision, resentment, and desperation.
Because real love, once blossomed, never disappears.
Old love is different. In our seventies and eighties, we had been through enough of life’s ups and downs to know who we were, and we had learned to compromise. We knew something about death because we had seen loved ones die. The finish line was drawing closer. Why not have one last blossoming of the heart?
