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Inside this house it is cold. And so dark outside, and still. But where she is waiting for me, it will be warm, and the sun will be shining, and the blueness of the sky will be reflected in the waters of the lake. Cerulean blue. And we will be sitting side by side again, in the meadow above the little shingle beach, and she will be leaning into me, and it will be as if the last fifty years have never happened.

life only starts to make sense when you realize that sometimes - often - all the time - two completely contradictory ideas can be true.
Everything that led up to you was wrong.
Therefore, you should not have been born.
But everything about you is right: you had to be born.
You were inevitable.