Status Updates From Enigma Variations

“We love only once in our lives, my father had said, sometimes too early, sometimes too late; the other times are always a touch deliberate.”

Bye don’t talk to me

“She hugged me more often, and I wanted to be hugged, but I didn’t trust my love and I could tell from the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t looking that she didn’t trust it either.”

Ok and he didn’t have to write this

“Yet the real damage was not in the cutting words she wish she hadn’t spoken and that I would never forget. The damage was to our love

She was pleased to see I still loved her; I was pleased to see how readily both she and I were fooled. The two of us were aware of being pleased which intensified our truth, but we must have sensed that being so easily reassured was nothing more than a dilution of our love.”