“But loving lets you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as whys – why he walks like this, why he closes his eyes like that – you can love those parts, too, and it’s a love at once more complicated and more complete.”
