Half the time, we look over at our boyfriends-turned-husbands, with their graying hair and gorgeous eyes, the reassuring heft of them, which deters intruders and quiets our fears and calms the kids, and wonder what they’re still doing with us.
Any time you give blood, you offer up a vein and suffer the pinch. Only then can you attempt something truly extraordinary: saving someone else’s life. Love entails this sort of reckless surrender.
— Read on www.thefp.com/p/tough-love-do-i-like-being-single
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