Simon, I don’t want to go through life like my mother, afraid that I’m not really loved. Even if it meant I could go through life with you.
I can understand that.
You know, I’d love to see America someday, should the circumstances ever prove favorable.
I will come back.
They’re just not favorable now.
You were always wise beyond your years.
No, I wasn’t. I used to be consciously naive.
Perhaps he meant it. Perhaps he will come back. But everything feels fractured, and my heart is bruised. Still, better all that hurt than to have known no pain, learnt nothing. There’s only the last page left to write on. I’ll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.