My fear, as I understand it now, was that the end of romance, somehow, meant the end of love. Fortunately, it seems that I had it all wrong. You keep learning. You keep loving.
When I struggle with the fears that come with the final stages of life, I have to remind myself of all those other stages, all those other fears.
Seems funny somehow- I was always scared to live. I think I forgot some parts.
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