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People only see what they are prepared to see. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
I loved them so much, sometimes it was like an ache deep in my chest.
She was special, she was that rare person that one could actually feel a fully genuine connection with, a spiritual connection. She’s my—’
I felt the old stab of grief, still sharp enough to pierce my heart.
he genuinely cares for her, treats her with respect, he’s polite, kind, thoughtful and generous. He picks her up from the train station at midnight, he buys her wine and flowers when she’s had a rubbish day at school, he cooks her favourite meals and doesn’t mind watching Mamma Mia 2 every single time she puts it on because it’s her favourite. He buys us gifts and pays his way and pushes Mum in her wheelchair. And when he’s not doing any of that, he takes time out to fix the shower in her en suite that’s not been working properly for weeks.’ She threw a pointed look at me. ‘Nobody’s perfect,
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I would willingly throw myself in front of a bullet for her.
She’s the most wonderful girl and all I want to do is make her happy.’
that was the darkness that lay behind his eyes. I knew what it was like to carry that grief around inside, like a tumour. I had let my own grief and guilt blind me to the truth,
Her lovely, funny dad, who had carried her on his shoulders when she was small and taught her how to swim. Her dad, who would never go to sleep until she was safely home from a night out. Her dad, who had taught her to stand up for herself, taught her to believe in herself, and cheered her every step of the way.
‘No one actually knows anyone, do they? Not really. They think they know, or they know what the other person’s willing to show them, but they don’t truly know them. It’s impossible. The only person you can truly know is yourself.’
‘And wherever he is, I know he’s happy – because you’re safe. That’s all he ever really cared about.’