Admitted: and the pain is real.
But when did love not try to change
The world back to itself—no cost,
No past, no people else at all—
Only what meeting made us feel,
So new, and gentle-sharp, and strange?
— Philip Larkin, from “When first we faced, and touching showed,” Philip Larkin: Collected Poems, ed. Anthony Thwaite (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 1989)