What If? A Literary Love Story…
Are all of these delightful moments too much to ask of life?
I don’t know why finding what we need in life and then being happy with it is so hard. I think most of us want the same things: connection, acceptance, affection, and respect. Love. Like most of the single, straight women I know, I’m still waiting — but I’m no longer lying awake nights hoping. After four years as a single person, most of it celibate as a nun, I’m learning the hard way that there is no lasting joy waiting just on the other side of grief. It’s just not that easy.
The essential question is this: is it better to be with someone who is fully committed to blindness and will never see our light, but is otherwise a very decent person? Or, should we treasure those fleeting moments with an imperfect and unreliable person who is captivated like a moth by our light — even though we know that moth is flighty and unreliable and will eventually lift off into the night, leaving us alone again? Well, I’m happy to report: there have been moments when I’ve gladly expressed my gratitude to the moth.
