For me love is like this:
you’re in one room or apartment which you think is fine, then you walk through
a door and close it behind you and find yourself in the next apartment, which
is even better, larger, more floor space, a better view. You’re happy there and
then you go into the next apartment and close the door and this one is even
better. And the sequence continues, but with the odd feature that although this
has happened to you a number of times, you forget: each time your new quarters
are manifestly better and each time it’s breathtaking, a surprise, something
you’ve done nothing to deserve or make happen. You never intend to go from one
room onward to the next – it just happens. You notice a door, you go through,
and you’re delighted again.
- Mating by Norman Rush
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