Adverbs excerpt

I've been reading Adverbs by Daniel Handler (aka "Lemony Snicket") and thoroughly enjoying his prose. On page 83, I stumbled upon the following passage and thought I'd share:

Love is hourly, too. There are stories about people who have loved someone forever after laying eyes on
them for a few minutes and then nevermore, but these stories have not happened to anyone we know. No, when you love someone you spend hours and hours with them, and then even the mightiest of forces in the netherworld could not say whether the hours you spend increase your love or if you simply spend more hours
with someone as your love increases. And when the love is over, when the diner of love seems closed from the outside, you want all those hours back, along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside. Nobody can make this better, it seems, nothing on the menu. It’s like what the stewardess offers, even in first class. They come with towels, with drinks, mints, but they never say, “Here’s the five hours we took from you when you flew across the country to New York to live with your boyfriend and then one day he got in a taxicab and he never came back, and also you flew back, another five hours, to San Francisco, just in time for a catastrophe.” And so you sit like a spilled drink, those missing hours in you like an ache, and you hear stories that aren’t true and won’t bring anyone back.
Things happen and you never get over them.