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Each friend represents a world in us,
a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable, and lightness has a call that’s hard to hear.
The right person fits into your life, Billie. Not the other way around.”
Even though my life feels more together than it has in ages, I can’t help but wish that so many things were different.
That’s the problem with trauma. You can decide to change how you think about it, time can fade it, but it’s never going to disappear.
And isn’t that a requisite of loving someone—to grow complacent to their most fatal flaw? To suppress the urge to change them until it all but disappears? The practice resembles acceptance, but the process is more painful. It’s more like sacrifice.
Of the love between two best friends that dies but doesn’t disappear. There’s still the soul of that love. It goes somewhere.