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“There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. “There’s only willing.”
“‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. Fucking
brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can’t hide. Every single successful love song of the past fifty years can be traced back to ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding. Trust me. I’ve thought a lot about this.”
But I guess you don’t see the planets when you’re staring at the sun. You just get blinded.
Maybe it isn’t that we’re supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we’re the pieces.

