What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver is one of my favorite endings. He was one of the many contemporary short story writers. Writing about love ain’t easy. It is complex. Yet, Carver did it. In his own way.
What do we really know about love anyway ? Ask someone about what it means for them and I’m fairly certain you’ll get a different answer each time.
“I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart.I could hear the human noise we sat there making.Not one of us moved. Not even when the room went dark.”— Raymond Carver
The end of the short story is full of meaning. It fills me with this inevitable feeling of warmth, love and sadness, all at once. That’s why it is one of my favorite endings.
But I can’t help and wonder.
What love means to you ?
This is K, signing off.