There’s no sense crying over what can’t be changed” “that’s what people cry over, things they can’t change” - Alice Borchardt

He was magnificent, and I will never forget that in that moment, I first loved him. And I never stopped loving him. I do now and always will. No one ever brought me more sorrow or pain or joy than he did. No, nothing, not even my sons, has ever outweighed the love I feel and still feel for him. And I believe – had I known what the future held for us: all the trouble, torment, battle, and grief of our lives – I still believe that I would have yielded my heart into his keeping as I did then

[he] was handsome. Just the sight of him stirred strange longings in me

One who forced another was beneath contempt. One who needed to was despised