...and love, I think, does not so much forget as let go, as much as it trusts its own gravity.

...and love is not a dreaming, not mostly, but an inconvenience that happens to work out well.

...and love, I think, is imaginary to many people, as they believe that it is more real than life.

...and love cannot do all that people say it can do, and breaks more hearts than it ever heals.

...and love, I think, wanders far, but desires to make of everywhere it goes a new home.

...and love is best understood by those who ask of it the least, and do the work themselves.

...and love, I think, is simpler than what you’re thinking — no, simpler than that, and that…