This distinction made me see that, as well as being a burden, my longing for love made me more alive to small moments of beauty in solitude: the transcendental strings in a happy-sad song; the precise power of a sentence perfectly assembled; the way half a dozen petals fell off a rose with no warning, twirling in the air before settling on the ground. Maybe not having something you want wakes you up to another kind of romance. And when life forces you to live in the intensity of the unknown, between two possible futures, it’s also a chance to develop the inner resources and love that will
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