Love is a pathway of many colors and dead ends. But when the right path is chosen, the sights are amazing.

The gorgeous breathlessness and thrilling pulse -- those are sensations that the years have layered on top of the initial emptiness, like sheet after sheet of silk covering a bare table. More than fifty years later I can only see the cloth; the table has been obscured.

Love is a pathway of many colors and dead ends. But when the right path is chosen, the sights are amazing.

I'm hooked on gin and tonics like your mama's Hooked on Phonics.