We just run away

“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”

“All of this: The sadness, accidents, smiles, peace, pain, love, loss, and sacrifice: it’s not for nothing. It is not without purpose.”

“Her heart gave her directions that her body could not take.”

“We’re all messed up it’s just that some of us are better at pretending.”

“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”