How often are two people in love with each other at the same time? Hardly ever. Usually, one turns the cheek.
You’re 65 and you fall for a beautiful 28. You know it will not get you anywhere, at least not where you want it to get you. But you press on just the same, hoping against hope. Age is just a number and love is not about numbers. It’s about connection, two hearts who connect. What is being in love after all?
In love: there are people who keep a lock of hair or a piece of cloth in an envelope, sometimes come on it, and tenderly smile. In love: a glow of tender lost possibilities, like the light left behind in the sky at moonset.
Then you wake up. You feel tired about the one-sidedness of it all. Hope does not really spring eternal, even when you’re in love. And you realize 35 is also beautiful, so why not? Youth is overrated. Lust is not love, you tell yourself. A good winning personality is love, you tell yourself more.
Doris Lessing is right: falling into a state of love is a matter of keeping your sanity, especially when age is an issue. Her Love, Again is a painful acceptance of the sad reality that, when you’re of a certain age, love is truly complicated. Especially when you want them young.