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Part Three of Three: ‘What are we to them?’ he asked.
I have not read many love stories. I have been told that there are a few out there, the infamous ones telling love as the beginning of a tragedy, as if simple human connections had grand designs. They do not. Two people meet and believe that their lives spiral around each other to reach the same conclusions, not realizing that we are often on outbound trajectories—that in coming closer we set ourselves up to be whisked farther away. Margaret was on such an outbound spiral, our interaction more a feature of our ephemeral proximity than of a universal conspiracy. Love was not a tragedy: it was not much of a thing to be much of anything.