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It’s like an itch you have to scratch, but then it turns out the itch felt better than the scratching, and it fools me every time.
Phenomenal early characterization through metaphor.
I wonder if maybe all you do is meet people and lose them and your smile fades the further you go because you have to carry the space they leave.
Felt this.
Everything good could slip away, like when I used to try to bring sand home from the playground in my tightly closed fist.
I read somewhere once about animals caged too long staying put even when someone opens the door.
A poignant line at the right time in the book.
I study his face, lines in places that tell me he’s smiled a bunch, but worried more.
Funny how we can see personal history in a moment sometimes.
As long as we’re together, he’s a painter who has the courage to let go of all the creature comforts, to feel like he’s living the dream without the bruises.
Some vacation in struggle. Others live there.
“It’s a mayflower,” she tells me. “It’s the good stuff that comes after too many storms.”
A little on the nose for a literary metaphor but the timing and speaker paid off.
