I eye 'Modern Love' warily between that second and third cup of coffee on Sunday mornings, calculating how much of a push I need to get through the day's unhurriedly earnest saga of heartbreak and recovery.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm sure when the times comes, there will be tears, but there are other avenues that I am embracing with much more passion these days.
Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.
Having blown up my own long-term marriage via an extramarital affair, followed by a traumatic divorce, I tend to think of love as less a gently glowing hearth than a set of flaming train tracks you strap yourself onto.
Frustrated love has been the incentive for many great works.
Instead of me having a breakdown, I'm focusing on me having a breakthrough.
Love's a recurring theme through my work.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
I gave up coffee. It's almost worse than giving up a lover.