"The scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love."
Gabriel Garcia Marquez is one of the people who shaped my life. He was an old man, 87, when he died yesterday. He was always an old man to me. The first time I read Love in the Time of Cholera I was a sophomore in high school. Garcia Marquez was my first author crush. I imagined our great complicated love affair. I was 16; he was 67--it would have been so scandalous. I loved his brain. I loved the way he wove love and life and magic through wars, famine, illness, drug abuse, and death, but above all else, there was love.
I went to my shelf to find the book and it's not there. I just moved so it could still be somewhere else, but really, I'm almost certain that I gave it to someone to read. My habit is to buy the book every time I see it and hand it off to people. It's such an amazing love story. If you haven't read it, do yourself a favor.
There is a hole in my heart today for the love I have, the loves I've had, and for the scandalous love affair that I dreamed of. To Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Mi Amore.