[...] a lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we've married him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled in by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he is dead.
Andrew Sean Greer, The Story of a Marriage, Faber, p64
Andrew Sean Greer, The Story of a Marriage, Faber, p64
Wow. I've gotta read that book now.
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