LOVE

Fermina Daza stopped smoking in order not to let go of the hand that was still in hers. She was lost in her longing to understand. She could not conceive of a husband better than hers had been, and yet when she recalled their life she found more difficulties than pleasures, too many mutual misunderstandings, useless arguments, unresolved angers. Suddenly she sighed: ‘It is incredible how one can be happy for so many years in the midst of so many squabbles, so many problems, damn it, and not really know if it were love or not.’ By the time she finished unburdening herself, someone had turned off the moon.

Gabriel García Márques in “Love in Time of Cholera”