I’ve discovered that it’s wise to go ahead and mourn the death of the person you love while you’re still holding them in your arms so that, when they do die or walk away from you, you don’t want to die yourself or go chasing senselessly after them.
When Bruster began to sink, I grabbed onto his 95 pound body with both of my hands, wrapping my arms tightly around his chest, and then I watched in horror as we — pulled by the evening tide — began washing further and further away from the city.
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“So,” the therapist consulted her notes, tapping her pen lightly on the edge of a page, “the person who knows and understands you best is YOU?”
“Yep,” I nodded. “Who the fuck else, you know?”
There’s no sense in asking it to leave, because it’s a one-way conversation, where I can hear everything it says but it registers nothing I say. Some days, we carry on together for miles… at other times, for mere minutes.
What’s the end goal in all of this? A happy retirement billions of years from now where, on a monotonous loop, you drag your aching, breaking bones from the bedroom to the kitchen each day and binge watch The Price is Right reruns on Gameshow Network?