There are three states of love. In love, out of love, and on the precipice between the two. We all have a preference, and — suprisingly — in love is not always the hands-down winner. It is too messy, too all-consuming, too much. Then again, out of love can be a little lonely, and that teetering precipice — when you’re no longer in love, but not quite out of it — exhaustingly dramatic.
Each is risky.
As life itself is risky. As the most mundane activities that fill our days are risky — crossing the street, withdrawing money, shopping for groceries.
Especially, you might say, the latter.
— strange nervous laughter, Bridget McNulty