“This too shall pass.” “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. How do I make that happen? And quick.” He chuckled. “There is no remedy for love but to love more.” “You’re quoting Thoreau to me?” “There is wisdom there, and isn’t that what you’re seeking?” “I don’t want to love more. It’s too painful.” My eyes welled up with tears. “Then you have been blessed to know genuine love.”
