Epilogue
I thought love meant you knew everything there was to know about another person. I was wrong. Love is about standing by someone even when you don’t want to be there anymore, when you think the love has gone and you no longer know them. Love is about understanding and compassion. Love is about being selfless.
I am a failure at love, twice over.
I now understand why mortals so often feel plagued by it. Too often I was consumed by my own feelings and needs that I couldn’t see what was happening in front of me. Too often I expected to be loved while offering little in return.
I should have told her I loved her more often. I should have spent more time with her and shown her how much she meant to me, with words and gestures. I will now show the resolve to do these things and hope s
