“a person can be in love with the idea of love. a person can fall in love with the idea of another person. less commonly, a person can fall in love with another person.
in fact, a person always falls in love with the idea of another person, not the person. falling in love with the actual person takes too much time and too much honesty. in the time it takes for it to be enough time, and to summon the strength it takes to mount enough honesty, it’s too late. a person is calling love something love that isn’t love.
unless it is. some people luck out. the thing they’ve been calling love turns out to be just that. such people exist. film at eleven.”
mark winegardner, crooked river burning, pg. 344.
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