“I would like to see you again but I’m afraid I might become attached.”
I pointed out that I was married.
She looked off in the distance for a long moment, weighing her words.
“It’s so easy for love to become habit, and before you know it you’re taking trips together and arguing about politics.
… And the familiarity leads to the discovery of unsavory details. Beauty by its very nature is rare, and this beautiful afternoon would only be cheapened by repetition.”
So we parted. I wrote my phone number on her palm. She said she would think of me as she washed her hands.” —Love Me, Garrison Keillor. (via philosophicalcatlady23)
(unless you’re Donald Glover “who’s gifted in another field… and another field… and another field”)