Great exploration of friendship love desire. Beautiful language.

The wind blew through her hair with the heartache of choice

How can we expect to find meaning and happiness when we know that nothing lasts?

But now she‘d come upon me at the peak of my frenzy. What was the matter with me? A good question. Certainly I was crying about how the world in the space of one Tuesday morning had completely changed. Maybe, however, there were also other lurking sorrows that had piggybacked on the big one.