Love is the particular. The particular is what erupts and bubbles up and calls you back, imposing a horizon on your imagination. It is what sticks. 

How things are done. What they mean. What is discussed. Who is there with you. 

The question of who is a question of how. How you were known to each other. That’s what is lost, and what feels impossible to replace.

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