It was too good to pass up so you went for it.

Bingo. Let’s ride. Screw the blizzard and the rattlesnakes, this whiskey tastes so good I’m going to keep riding till I fall off my horse.

So now, in dealing with the aftermath, what I would want to hear you say is that it was worth it, that she was magnificent, that what you had with her was magical and priceless and unforgettable, and that there is no blame on her, that you relish every minute she was willing to spend with you and do not begrudge her an instant of the time she is spending apart, and that you are gladly paying the cost, however hellish it is to pay, because it was worth it.

You’re paying the tab for an epic run.

You have a massive hangover of the heart.

Let’s not dishonor it by pretending it is less. It is not. It was big. Had you but world enough and time, maybe she could have been the one. But world and time are implacable foes of passion.

- Cary Tennis. These are some good words, and universally applicable.