![]() ![]() Horticulturalists around the world have come to study it. “The gnarled pine, I would have said, touch it. You don't have to be stupid to marry the wrong man.” From what I have observed, when the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. I ask you this: What's the chance of finding a lasting marriage? Twenty percent? Ten? Did I know any woman who escaped having her heart crushed like a recyclable can? Not a one. I was always cautious of what could go wrong, what was already "not ideal". You don't mind that he's beneath you socially, educationally, financially, and morally-that's the worst I think, deficient morals. You don't see your beloved's fault, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelessness, the occasional streak of meanness. ![]() Isn't that what love is-losing your mind? You don't care what people think. ![]() I could not let myself be that unmindful. “Was there ever a true great love? Anyone who became the object of my obsession and not simply my affections? I honestly don't think so. ![]()
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