Ah, the glory of unrequited love, always so much better than the real thing where we have to deal with their literal and metaphorical dirty laundry. In the absence of actual reality, we get to imagine them a perfect being. We get to fill in the blanks with such fierce emotion and lofty assumptions about someone we never really knew.
The beginning of the piece has such wonderful and evocative detail, it is either a genuine memory or well researched fiction or some mix of the two.
Unlike other cynics here, I don't think it can be easily dismissed as merely "Wow, our gonads sure drive us." But then I believe we are spirits in the material world and I have been sustained through many hard things because of strange and kind encounters myself. Edit: Also, my father and ex were both soldiers and I have known many military personnel. So, there's that.
The beginning of the piece has such wonderful and evocative detail, it is either a genuine memory or well researched fiction or some mix of the two.
Unlike other cynics here, I don't think it can be easily dismissed as merely "Wow, our gonads sure drive us." But then I believe we are spirits in the material world and I have been sustained through many hard things because of strange and kind encounters myself. Edit: Also, my father and ex were both soldiers and I have known many military personnel. So, there's that.