So yeah, a goodly portion of the people I love most in the world – the people who have stuck by me and believed in me through everything, the ones whose kids will grow up knowing me as Auntie, the ones who took me to Paris, the ones who helped me move, got me jobs, worked on my movies, pulled me out of my shell during sad times, cheered me on during great times, who first encouraged me to write, this amazing urban family – came to me directly or indirectly through ex-boyfriends. I’m getting a little weepy (in a good way) as I write this. Maybe our specific kind of romantic love didn’t last forever, it still changed the whole course of my life profoundly for the better. Love is not wasted in the end.
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