“But, Serena, the thing about Ana and Lowe and Juno and every other person I’ll meet for the rest of my life is…they’re not you. They don’t get it. They’re never going to get it.” I think—I know that if she could cry, she would. I certainly am. “Just like Koen or Amanda are never going to get it. They’ll get other things. They’ll get other moments—they’ll get their own exclusives. But they won’t get this.” What a shameless abuse of the verb “to get.” And yet. “I can’t believe I know exactly what you mean.” “It’s because you—” “Get it. Yes.”
