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I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of fucking story.
No amount of advice or lectures or trying to chain somebody down ever stopped anyone who didn’t want to stop in the first place.
CAMILA: I think you have to have faith in people before they earn it. Otherwise it’s not faith, right?
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It hurts to care about someone more than they care about themselves. I can tell that story from both sides.
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Appreciation from people you admire changes how you see yourself.
But loving somebody isn’t perfection and good times and laughing and making love. Love is forgiveness and patience and faith and every once in a while, it’s a gut punch.
I’ll tell you: If a friend lied to me the way I lie to myself, I’d say, “You’re a shitty friend.”
To sit next to him and smell his aftershave. And see his big hands with his swollen knuckles playing the piano in front of me and to be singing, from the very bottom of my heart, that I ached for him to love me back.
Sometimes I wonder, if I was Graham, maybe I would have wanted a baby, too. If I knew someone else would raise it, someone else would let go of their own dreams, someone else would sacrifice and keep everything together while I went and did what I wanted and came back on weekends…maybe then I might want a baby, too.
“I wish Billy didn’t love anyone else. But do you know what I decided a long time ago? I decided I don’t need perfect love and I don’t need a perfect husband and I don’t need perfect kids and a perfect life and all that. I want mine. I want my love, my husband, my kids, my life.
