Loving something as much as I love her fucks you up a bit, have I said that before? And maybe it’s worth it, if you get to the end and there’s a happy ending and shit but what if we get there and there isn’t? What if I get to the end and it turns out that actually, there was no such thing as good enough for Magnolia all along, so why try? The chasm her absence creates in me cracks open wide and I only know two ways to fill it.
