The first love is a gift you’re given.

The second one you build, with your own hands, out of the wreckage of the first, and because you built it, no drift can take it from you the way the drift took the first — because you know, now, how to build it back.

Chapter 14 — Forty Years

Our fortieth anniversary was that August, and we did not have a party, and we did not take a cruise.

We went back to the dance hall.