Kind of a Misfit.

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

I’ve always loved you,  and when you love someone,  you love the whole person,  just as he or she is,  and not as you would like them to be.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.

I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.

I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.

I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.

It’s very strange that the people you love are often the people you’re most cruel to.