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Haven’t you ever wondered where your scar really came from?
My skin will never work like that again, so aware of the other person that I’m unsure where she ends and I begin. Never again. Never again will my skin be a thing that can so perfectly communicate; in losing my skin to the fire, I also lost the opportunity to make it disappear with another person. Mostly I’m glad that I found such physical connection, if only once, but I certainly wish it had been with someone whom I’ve seen since.
The true about his sittuation
The women didn’t want the real me, and they didn’t want love. They wanted a carnal short story, one that they had already been heating up in the dew of their thighs, to disclose at their book clubs. I was just a physical body—a most singular beauty, too—with which they could realize their true desires.
Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.
suicide is not something you want to screw up.
“The problem with people like us is that we don’t die properly.”
“What does my face feel like?” “Like the desert after a windstorm.”
“Only by doing nothing will you truly be able to prove your love.”
…And we walked out once more beneath the Stars.
How do you dare to think you know my heart, when you don’t even understand your own?”
“Any man who believes he can describe love,” I answered, “understands nothing about it.”
“Love is an action you must repeat ceaselessly.”
