re: #57 Guanxi88

It’s mutual, it’s beautiful, it’s hopeless, and it’s life.

Have to bust out the Yeats for that:

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Good luck to you and your pilgrim soul, with love from me and Jimmah.