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You think you know everything that’s happening around you. But you can’t always see clearly when you’re standing right there in the picture.

And he left. I watched him walk out—he didn’t say goodbye, he didn’t even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.

Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something.

If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire.

One does not always stay intact.

I brandished my parasol at him like a rapier. ‘You, sir, are an abominable scalawag of a man, and I’ll be damned if I let you threaten me.’

As much as it sucks, you need to force yourself to remember your very worst times together, his most irritating habits, and the hard truth that not only can he live without you…but he’d rather.

It’s no good trying to keep up old friendships. It’s painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.

The time of our day is too narrowly spanned,
we are, and look and are astonished, already it is evening,
we sleep and like stars pass over
the years of all the peoples.