Now Naturally, Like Many Of Us, I

She Always Wanted To Believe In Things.

It Never Occurred To Me That Our Lives, Until Then So Closely Interwoven, Could Unravel And Separate Over A Thing Like That. But The Fact Was, I Suppose, There Were Powerful Tides Tugging Us Apart By Then, And It Only Needed Something Like That To Finish The Task. If We'd Understood That Back Then-who Knows?-maybe We'd Have Kept A Tighter Hold Of One Another.

What Is The Point Of Worrying Oneself Too Much About What One Could Or Could Not Have Done To Control The Course One's Life Took? Surely It Is Enough That The Likes Of You And I At Least Try To Make Our Small Contribution Count For Something True And Worthy. And If Some Of Us Are Prepared To Sacrifice Much In Life In Order To Pursue Such Aspirations, Surely That In Itself, Whatever The Outcome, Cause For Pride And Contentment.

Love Isn't About When You First Meet. It's About The Many, Many Years You Spend Together, When You're Trying To Keep That Flame Burning.

And If These Incidents Now Seem Full Of Significance And All Of A Piece, It's Probably Because I'm Looking At Them In The Light Of What Came Later.