“Those of us who write love letters know that their aims are impossible. We try, and fail, to make the ethereal material. We strive against the inevitable ending, knowing that everything is transient. We choose to be grateful for the time, however brief it may be.”

“Those of us who write love letters know that their aims are impossible. We try, and fail, to make the ethereal material. We strive against the inevitable ending, knowing that everything is transient. We choose to be grateful for the time, however brief it may be.”

— Nadia Wassef