Quick Excerpt
This one is going to be very short because I am in the thick of it right now.
For anyone who has lost a true love, does this do it justice?
I met George fourteen years ago. I didn’t need to think about it, about how long it had been, because I always know. There are places in the city I don’t walk past. Movies I will never see a second time. Music I can’t stand to hear. George and I shared one year of my life, but it is that one year that defines the others. Of the innumerable things that the old neglect to tell the young, the most unforgivable is that love doesn’t always come again.
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This was PERFECT! I’m dying to read more
Love the way this is written, Especially the part about music. Boy is that ever the truth. I sometimes find myself thinking about the human species as a whole. why we are the way we are, why we seem to enjoy fighting, to disagree, to always “one up” one another. So many differences yet when it comes to love- It’s all the same. It’s the one thing you can’t trick. My favorite stories are those about real love, honest “gut” love. In your one paragraph I can feel her gut speaking. And from one love “gut” to another, I can already relate to her.
Thanks for sharing, it’s so inspiring!!
This is a beautiful paragraph, Wendy. It felt like watching someone expertly thread a needle in and out across a hem – very smooth and hypnotic. I love the part about how “it is that one year that defines all the others.”