Falling in love we said I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it this downward motion so lovely like flying and yet at the same time so dire so extreme so unlikely. God is love they once said but we reversed that and love like heaven was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us the more we believed in Love abstract and total. We were waiting always for the incarnation. That word made flesh.And sometimes it happened for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think I loved you and the tense would be past and you would be filled with a sense of wonder because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it at the time.There is a good deal of comfort now in remembering this.