End. Beginning.

February 10, 2012 § Leave a comment

“It hurts when I don’t see her, and when I do. It hurts whether she’s here, or whether she’s not. Hurts whether she smiles at me, or smiles at someone else. Hurts whether she calls my name, or doesn’t. As long as I don’t disappear into the earth, I think I’ll continue to feel hurt, but still, being here is better. Being able to see her is better than her not being here.”

The Cardigan – Communication

“How can you like someone like that?”

The truth is I don’t know.

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