There are ideas about love that feel older than we are. They arrive already formed, certain and heavy with history.

I have come to believe that Love rarely ends with a moment. More often, it thins out.

Somewhere right now, a girl sits in a corner of her parents’ home, her thoughts tangled with hope and heartbreak, wondering if the leap she’s taken is worth it. At the same moment, high on a snow-clad mountain, a man who’s spent his life chasing summit after summit sits still for the first time in years, staring at the stars and asking himself if the climb was ever worth it. In a sun-kissed coastal village, a child splashes in the waves, learning to swim for the first time. H