April 25, 2013
"I remember well our own sweet times, our own old loveliness. I would like to think that even if at the very beginning of our lives together I had somehow been shown that we would end up here, with this longing to be away from each other, this feeling of being trapped together, of being tied to each other in a way that makes us wish for other times, some other place, I would have known enough to accept it all freely for the chance at that love. And if I could, I would do it all again. All of it, even the sorrow. My sweet, my dear adversary. For everything that I remember."

— Richard Bausch in “Letter to the Lady of the House”, an incredible short story.