I still remember. I was at a book fair, looking through discounted books, when I flipped to a page, I read a line, it cut through my heart. This was 2012 for me.
From V.S. Naipaul's "The Masque of Africa" citing Rian Malan's "The Traitor's Heart":
"If you're really going to live..., you have to be able to look at it and say, 'This is the way of love, down this road: look at it hard. This is where it is going to lead you.'... 'I think you will know what I mean if I tell you love is worth nothing until it has been tested by its own defeat.'"
And the answer for me, is to love more. Always love more. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts. I will love us into the space beyond space, into oblivion. I will love until the stars can no longer be indifferent, and we will be remembered on a night like this.
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