"Leaving things you love is easier when you’re younger. You make stupid decisions about the wrong people. You slam the apartment door, throw your lover’s clothes out the window onto the sidewalk. Leaving gets harder as you age. You don’t leave out of anger, or from coming to your senses, but because your love is not as strong as your reasons for going."
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I absolutely love the Townies series on NYTimes.com. This month’s columns, by Melissa Febos, are a pretty honest dissection of Not Being Young Anymore, a disease whose symptoms, I think, are probably more acute in New York.
[Edit: File with this under passages I think should be required readings at weddings. Is it so wrong to remind people marriage is a series of increasingly self-compromising, irreversible decisions? Am I the only one who finds this romantic in a weird way?]
