love the one you're with

on ex's
Suzanne runs her hands through her long, curly hair and continues, "Second of all, Leo and Andy are connected, by simple virtue of the fact that you love - or once loved - them both."
I give my sister a disconcerted look. "How do you figure?"
"Because," she says, "no matter how much or how little two people you love have in common...or whether they overlap or have a decade between them...or whether they hate each others guts or know absolutely nothing about one another... they're still linked in some strange way. They're still stuck in the same fraternity, just as you're in a sorority with everyone they've ever loved. There's just an unspoken kinship there, like it or not.'"

on cheating
A minute of silence passes and then Suzanne says, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” I say.
Suzanne pauses and then says, “Do you love him?”
I’m not sure who she means – Andy or Leo – but either way, I tell her yes, I do.
“Then don’t do this,” she says, obviously talking about Andy.
“Suzanne,” I say, glancing down the hall toward Leo. “It’s not that simple.”
“Yes it is,” she says, cutting me off. “See, that’s the thing Ell. It really is that simple.”

on love
But maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.