I have never known anyone who actually believed I was enough until I met you. And then you made me believe it, too.
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I have never known anyone who actually believed I was enough until I met you. And then you made me believe it, too.
There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that [she] was safe really, that it was all in [her] imagination; the last and greatest of [her] protectors had died, and [she] was more alone than than [she] had ever been before.
You think the dead we love ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? [He] is alive in you … and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him.
… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin.
| Sookie: | Please don't go. |
|---|---|
| Gran: | I have to, dear. |
| Sookie: | I'm so lost without you. I don't know what to do. |
| Gran: | Yes you do. Answer's where it always is...in your heart. Bein' alone, it ain't nothin' to be afraid of, my (dear). We're all alone at the end. |
I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I’ve lost since my childhood has washed up. I tell myself if that were true, and I waited long enough, then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was [him]. He’d wave and maybe call. I don’t let the fantasy go beyond that. I can’t let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. …We all [die]. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through… or feel we’ve had enough time.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Kathy’s Song - Simon and Garfunkel
| Nate: | I keep thinking it's going to get easier. |
|---|---|
| David: | No one ever said it gets easy. |
| Nate: | Not easy, easier. Just for five fucking minutes. I can't get it out of my head even for that long... |
It’s been a year… and I don’t feel him around me anymore. I don’t think he’s here anymore.
