— Jonathan Carroll / The Wooden Sea
Out of nowhere she remembered a note he had written to her years ago after they’d first begun sleeping together:
“There is the morning and there is you.
On the good days, the best days, I have both.”
She didn’t know if she loved her husband anymore, but parts of her still loved parts of him, and isn’t this love too? Does it have to be everything to qualify for that holiest of words?