“This was how they defined their love - by how deeply they missed each other when they were together.  They felt the loss before it happened, and their love was defined by that loss.  They hungered even as they ate, thirsted even as they drank.  My mother once told me to live my life as if I were already dead, “Live each day as if you know it’s gonna be gone tomorrow,” she had said.  This was how my parents loved each other, with a desperate, melancholy love, a fierce nostalgia for the present.”

—Caucasia by Danzy Senna