an excerpt

Sometimes an author writes something that is so exactly how you feel about a certain situation that you can't help but nod in agreement as you read the words, thrilled that somebody, anybody, even this random stranger understands exactly how you feel; thrilled that you're not insane and that someone, in the span of 2 sentences, completely understands where you are coming from.  In honor of this feeling, I give you the following excerpt from the Modern Love section of the New York Times:

"Everything about him turned my heart inside out.  Even now, 10 years since I last saw him, I can hear the thick sadness in his throat, and feel something that is no longer love but remains a kind of sweet sadness for all that was lost."