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He never understood that I wasn’t scared of someone leaving me. I was scared that the wrong person would stay.
This is the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn’t with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.
It’s never about someone else the moment you realize it is up to you to get yourself to a better place. It’s only about figuring out how to get there.