He is going to have to leave her, if he ever wants not to be miserable again. But even though the logic works, he can’t stop brooding. And wondering.
Whoever said, “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all,” should be dragged naked through the desert. First, for the split infinitive. But second, for the sentiment. Long ago, he was consumed with despair, empty and cold. Resigned to be alone. He should have been left for dead.
Instead, he was given a tantalizing taste of what life should be like.
To take that away is worse than not having had it before. He’s not the blind man who treasures his five-minute rainbow. He’s the poor man who never should have tasted gourmet food, because he’d never have known what he was missing.
Whoever said, “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all,” should be dragged naked through the desert. First, for the split infinitive. But second, for the sentiment. Long ago, he was consumed with despair, empty and cold. Resigned to be alone. He should have been left for dead.
Instead, he was given a tantalizing taste of what life should be like.
To take that away is worse than not having had it before. He’s not the blind man who treasures his five-minute rainbow. He’s the poor man who never should have tasted gourmet food, because he’d never have known what he was missing.
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