“Over time, she accepted the fact that the price for this great love was this great fear. Love’s unfortunate alter ego. Fear, she came to realize, was utterly enamored with love. Obsessed with it. Vying for its attention, modulating its own particularities to suit love. And love was equally accommodating to fear: creating space, ushering it in, giving it a home, the two of them operating in comparative measure and perfect synchrony; clinging to each other like warm bodies in the night.”
