There is no remedy to love but to love more. Seek out new love, anyone can be your brand new love sang Lou Barlow, and of course it can be made better too. Certainly true on my part, and when you think back to what you thought love might have been previously it pales in comparison to the love we carry now. Our love, me and K I’m talking about here, was enhanced by ten million when M was born and it was already pretty fucking massive. An ironclad love, multiplied by ten million by the arrival of her and then another ten million when B was born a year and a bit later.
Conquer the failed love by creating more, different, better, and neither of us had felt anything like it, and that is still true to this day. And still will be in five years, ten years, twenty etc. Maybe I should check in on that every five years. Every multiple of five on Valentine’s Day, my journal entry will be a love-o-meter. A state of the love address. A where are we now piece. Just need to remember!