Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.
Why can't we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?
You went up a girl and came down a woman.
Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.
This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.
Everything that's happened has brought me here, to this place, with this knife in my hand, and something worth saving.