The story of my life is a succession of broken friendships. At each stage of this life, of this race against myself, I’ve had to break with people I loved in order to move forward. I didn’t decide to, neither did they: I was struggling to transform myself, they didn’t have the same obsession, they remained the way they were when I met them, and suddenly we no longer resembled one another; we had nothing to say to one another, we no longer understood one another. All that remained for me to do was look for new people who would welcome me into their lives, before my desire to change pushed me
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