I’m caught between two equally crushing feelings:
1) I’m too old (that is, smart) to believe in the white horse, in Lloyd Dobler holding the boom box in the rain, in that feeling that someone who I only want wants only me.
Stupid girl, I should have known, I should have known.
2) Love is the most important thing in life.
Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.
The latter quote from the Hyperion series (the former, of course, from the font of wisdom Taylor Swift).
I was talking to someone about Hyperion’s message that love is like gravity and he said that that was a perspective I likely didn’t agree with. But maybe he’s wrong about that.
Love isn’t something that you can plan; the best one can do is hope. And what’s the point of that? Except Gandhi said, “It is the law of love that rules mankind. It gives me ineffable joy to go on trying to prove that.”
So no wonder I avoid it. The most important thing in life. And there’s nothing one can do to reach it except wait and hope.