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TO ALL THE GIRLS I’VE LOVED.Prologue:This thing called love.

It’s terribly important first of all to define what wemean by love.Here he goes again with his high flauntingpontificating.But lets listen to him she screams amongst theuproar that had just“Maybe there’s just a grain of logic in what he’ssaying,” she shouted.Love he tells us is that indefinable emotion weoften feel; that specific craving for “oneness”with a particular individual which sets them wellapart from ll others. It may be based heemphasised, like so many emotions, on a fickle,on a preconceived and built up “ideal” of whatthe other person ought to be. Often this flawedand built up fantasy of the perfect partner wethought we had found will ultimately lead like somany self-delusions, to an exposure of thesham, shattering the dream. And depending onhow we adjust to this new reality of a shattereddream, scaling down our expectations, adjustingto the new cyber reality of his or her short

comings, accommodating it, making allowancesfor it, will the relationship itself begin to take rootand thrive ii4 the dearth and hard prosaic chasmthat is the reality of life; and maybe, even beginto take genuine roots in this fissure and, toprosper.But the dilemma that afflicts a good percentageof us he asserts is this persistent desire inseeking ultimate perfection in our chosenpartners. Unfortunately and invariably, this leadsto disillusionment. And it’s our refusal to adjustto this new veracity of the mundane, heasseverates, that the woman or man we thoughtof as everlasting partners are a complete letdown, asserting in no uncertain terms we’vemade a terrible mistake and want an out! Soonafterwards the relationship ends up in divorce.Just look at the annulment statistics to prove thetruthfulness of my assertions.Perfection as they say is indeed illusory.But meanwhile in the lovers first florid flush of infatuation, in this lacuna of connubial blisstransported as it were by an unseen power tothat sidereal choreography of harmonious blissas if moving in sync with the very starsthemselves, of being in love, in this heightenedstate of euphoria where all types of subliminallypreconceived emotions rush to the surface and

are promptly assuaged, he or she could do nowrong.The every texture of their skins rubbing againsteach other especially at night, its lubricousquality provokes and invokes in them an undyingquest to be with this ethereal being they now calltheir own. Old shirts with the lovers smell areworn and are hugged lovingly, their very staleand sweaty smell themselves conjuring up a sortof redolence full of romance.It was a very hot and humid July night and evenat this time of the early morning the flat, situatedon the fourth floor was still steaming when wegot tiere. On every floor of this block of four stories, single and double rooms ‘vrereinterspersed with bed seats and apartments. For single night occupiers and those of less than aweek’s duration, both single and double roomswere available to these clients at far higher ratesthan people like us who got huge discounts by