What Love Is

Love is such a tissue of paradoxes, and exists in such an endless variety of forms and shades, that you may say almost anything about it that you please, and it is likely to be correct. If that is true then I will say this: the paradox of love is that it is the highest degree of awareness of the self as a person and the highest degree of absorption in the other. It is because this is true that it hurts so badly to know that she is gone forever. In loving her, I found myself. I never truly knew how she felt because I never asked. It didn’t matter. I loved enough for the both of us. And now, now that it was said and done, I still loved her, the difference now that love was the last thing that remained of her. And with that, I drove into the sunset.