It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.
But like everything else, love changed.
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.
I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.
Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.
He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.