"the fluttering in the stomach goes away and the dull waking pain. sometimes i think of you and i feel giddy. memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. all the things we did. and if anyone had said this was the price i would have agreed to pay it. that surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shaft of recognition. it was worth it. love is worth it."
-jeanette winterson
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