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I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.
Anita Shreve
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Anita Shreve
Age: 71 †
Born: 1946
Born: October 7
Died: 2018
Died: March 29
Journalist
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Dedham Massachusetts
Anita Hale Shreve
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I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.
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And so a person can never promise to love someone forever because you never know what might come up, what terrible thing the person you love might do.
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To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.
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