At least, this is what it has done for me. My relationship with David, like nearly all relationships, felt cataclysmic, world-shifting, inconceivable to anyone outside of it, incomprehensible even to ourselves. We felt certain, like nearly everyone in nearly all relationships, that no one in history had ever experienced anything like it. (If this is what love feels like for everyone else, I wondered, how does anyone get anything done? How does the world keep turning? Who keeps the lights on?) We recognized this as silly and naive but knew there was no point in resisting; to desire, as we know, is to submit to being made a fool.
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