He now knew that he limited his love so that he wouldn't miss her when she'd be out of his life. He realized that loving just one part of her, hurt them both. equally. The only way he could justify their story was by sayin: "It's life"
I talk too much. I'll take tea over coffee, good conversation over "just talking"; I prefer people who can tell the difference between "too" and "to". I am Sylvia and anthropomorphic behaviors are my daily dish.