most remarkable thing about love is the
way it is doomed to pain and loss from its onset. Whether it is
the spouse that outlives their lover, or loses them to another,
there is no escaping this most solemn of inevitabilities. That
two people would commit themselves to all of this hurt and
heartache in spite of this, all in the name of experiencing
genuine connection for even a moment, is all the proof I need
that madness exists, and it is awfully
beautiful.
