Loving is as essential to Terri Stambaugh as constant swimming is essential to the shark. This is an infelicitous analogy, but an accurate one. If a shark stops moving, it drowns; for survival, it requires uninterrupted movement. Terri must love or die.
Her friends know she would sacrifice herself for them, so deeply does she commit. She loves not just a burnished memory of her husband but loves who he truly was, the rough edges and the smooth. Likewise, she loves the potentiality and the reality of each friend.
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Forever Odd by Dean Koontz
This sums me up so perfectly. I have to love, have to give my love to another. I do not love who I love in spite of their shortcomings, but because of them. I love the whole person, not just parts of them. To do any less, in my mind, is deceitful. A person is a person, with good and bad.