Same As It Ever Was

by Claire Lombardo

“I realized I was an adult,” he said, “like, a full, legit adult, the day I finally admitted I love Fleetwood Mac.”

at least a more complex sadness, because sadness got more confusing as you got older, accreted and layered and camouflaged itself until the source was buried beyond discovery.

When you find a partner later in life— I don’t know, I guess you just accept the fact that there are going to be parts of the past you don’t get access to.”