afterthought

Today's AMAL blog topic was 'owning your number' - ie: the number of people you've slept with. And whilst it was an interesting read, with many very predictable comments, it actually made me think along a different line.
Walking home from an exhausting rpm class I thought about how many people is it possible to really love through your life. Does it ever start to lose meaning? Or if not meaning, then when does the intensity and reality start to blunt?
How many people can cross your path for whom you would walk off the map?
What is the sign of just settling?

Are we supposed to stop somewhere and make the best of it, or, like Winterson, do we continue to struggle and believe that:

it's never easy this life, this love. But only the impossible is worth the effort


The rabbits are done. Two ways.