And fashionably you’ll say
‘all is equal in love and war'
How long is too long? It was only a summer ago, and it’s true that my guilt has been forefront in my mind every time I’ve seen him or heard word of him.
Now there he is, conquering the stage, and here I am, uncertain of my future.
If it had been any other book . . . but it was War and Peace, and it was summertime, and I’d wanted to devour it since I read the first few sentences in the college bookstore a year before.
