... "it's a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, "Yeah, he f***ed off and left me. He didn't love me. He just couldn't deal with love. He was too f***ed up to know how to love me.
What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll - then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greetings cards routinely tell us everyone deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
... You have tried to love a man as if he were an island and you were shipwrecked and you could mark the land with an X.
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