I am not sure of things tonight. Why are we, as a culture, so bent upon elevating romantic love to such esteemed heights? The impulse is now almost entirely internal to the individual, like another organ. So much for loves lost, loves misplaced and loves deliberately destroyed. I raise a toast to all of them. I miss you. Cheers.
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