I only have the memories of people quitting love. So I’ve seen it. I’ve seen love take hard work that they don’t want to do anymore. They just decide their own kids aren’t worth it (my dad). They tell themselves it’s okay to give up, because love should be like the shows on TV, where you float uncontrollably on the smell of the other’s perfume. They lie to themselves with stories of Aziz and Hassan, whose love—they say—was like Khosrou and Shirin, a legendary love, a love so big that if it was a mountain it would sink the earth to the bottom of the well of the universe. HERE IS AN INTERESTING
...more
