With Tristan around, the sad I felt changed from sad like watching a balloon drift out of sight to sad in an it’s-good-to-know-your-soul-works way.
“How are you doing, Buttercup?” he asked.
“All right.” I shrugged. “I guess.” And then I asked him, because for some reason it’s easy to talk to him, “When you first thought you were falling in love with Kristen, did you ever get scared? Because I get that way with Sky, and I think that I might have sort of screwed stuff up.”
Tristan looked at me, and he said something I’ll always remember. “Let me tell you something, Buttercup,” he said. “There are two most important things in the world — being in danger, and being saved.”
I thought for a moment of May. I asked him, “Do you think we go into danger on purpose, so we can get saved?”
“Yes, sometimes. But sometimes the wolf comes down out of the mountains, and you didn’t ask for it. You were just trying to take a nap in the foothills.”
Then I asked him, “But if those are the two most important things, what about being in love?”
“Why do you think that’s the most profound thing for a person? It’s both at once. When we are in love, we are both completely in danger and completely saved.”
(An excerpt from one of my favorite books, “Love Letters To The Dead,” by Ava Dellaira. I was recently reminded of it by a friend who read the book for the first time — and loved it as much as I did.)