“But if I had my time again, I would not have given up,” Granddad said. “I don’t believe that love is meant to be like an explosion. It is not meant to be dramatic, or ravenous, or any of the silly words ascribed by writers and musicians. But I do believe that when you know, you know. And I knew, and I let it go without any real sort of fight, and I will never forgive myself that.” He closed his eyes.”