The End of Men

by Christina Sweeney-Baird

that love is more than fireworks and declarations. It is steady, certain sureness. It is knowing that you are loved. It is knowing that you are not alone.

I have never felt so powerful. This must be what men used to feel like. My mere physical presence is enough to terrify someone into running. No wonder they used to get drunk on it.

‘Bad things and good things can coexist,’ Amaya says with a sad smile. ‘And we have to find the good where we can.’

We’ll know we loved them and were loved by them. That will be enough.’ She pauses. ‘You know, the world doesn’t have to remember you for you to matter. We were loved by those we loved. Not everyone can say that,’