The paradox of love is that to have it is to want to preserve it because it's perfect in the moment but that preservation is impossible because the perfection is only ever an instant passed through. Love like travel is a series of moments that we immediately leave behind. Still we try to hold on and embalm against all evidence and common sense proclaiming our promises and plans. The more I loved him the more I felt hope. But hope acknowledges uncertainty and so I also felt my first premonitions of loss.

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This quote highlights the paradoxical nature of love. It suggests that when we experience love, we desire to keep it alive because it feels perfect and captivating in the present moment. However, the quote argues that preserving love is ultimately impossible because perfection is fleeting and exists only momentarily. Love, like traveling, comprises a series of fleeting moments that we inevitably leave behind. Despite this, we stubbornly attempt to preserve and protect love, disregarding evidence and rationality as we make promises and plans. As the speaker's love grows, so does their hope, but this hope is tinged with premonitions of future loss as it acknowledges the uncertainty of maintaining that perfect love.

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