the heart is a greedy unreasonable thing. It wants what it wants when it wants it. The owner of the heart may pay attention to extenuating circumstances-- You know that the person you love gets the flu or involved in work projects, or grieves the death of someone close. Perhaps the person you love is dead, or disinterested, or only exists on a TV screen.


but the heart doesn’t care. It has no manners. There are no rules. There is no guidebook. Each person’s heart is governed by its own intricate history and composition.

That’s what makes love such an absorbing terrible mystery. The heart is a wild animal situated in a civilized home.