”Does it not strike you with odd that she should play so wonderfully, play Beethoven with such passion, and live so quietly? I suspect one day, music and life will mingle. Then she will be wonderful in both.”
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.