In a long life there are many relationships which seem to be utterly valuable at the time, that leave remnants over your heart, like, in some cases scratches on glass. While it they are beautiful, complex, strange and meaningful, they cast long shadows too. I like the way you wrote this, I felt that you resolved so much of it and reduced all the rest to love. There are so many kinds of love, and love matters in all it’s ways. I carry more than one person in my heart and I am always comforted by some of what I chose to remember. It took me years to see everything in a prism of truth, but in the end, the truth only mattered if I chose to let it. The love was all that mattered in the end and that is what I chose to carry with me, always.These are all the bits of a life.