Cleolinda everywhere

Of all those things, the only one I truly am sad and feel less full for missing is young love. I always romanticized the idea of being young lovers (not love itself or being loved, but the idea of two foolish young people who'd giddily fallen for each other). And now I'm just too old, by definition, for that--I've lived too much. Some people have lived too much by the time they're 19 for young love--for me it was really right around 29. I feel like all the other things can happen (when I start to pass JKR's age after Sorcer's Stone was published, I may feel differently--feel free not to remind me of exactly how old she was, augh, great)--but the young love one I'm sorry I missed, and I feel like it would have enriched my life, even though it surely would have ended badly.