“Because it’s worth it. Worth the risk and the pain. Of all the glorious enchantments of this world – spring, snow, laughter, red roses, dogs, books – love is by far the best.” She released Harry and got down off the low stone wall. She took in the sugar maple, the wall, the forest. Hugged herself and smiled sorrowfully. “By its very nature, though, love is tragic. You can’t protect it. No matter how tightly you hold on to the one you love, they leave you or you leave them.”
