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"Would you please turn around and look at me?"
i don't budge.
"please?"
i turn around and face him.
"please don't give up on me."
"what difference does it make if i give up on you? you've already given up on yourself."
AND
"what i really want is to sit next to someone under an L.L. Bean blanket on the beach in the fall and drink coffee from the same mug. i don't want some rusty '73 Pinto with a factory-defective gas tank that causes it to explode when it's rear-ended in the parking lot of the supermarket. SO WHY DO I KEEP LOOKING FOR PINTOS?"
AND
"who knows? nobody. i feel as if something essential is rushing out of me and there is nothing i can do to stop it. i cannot find the valve. i'm bleeding out, deflating. there is a sensation of speed. spiraling. of falling."
ANDDDDDD the one to top them all:
"i am not afraid of death. i feel like shit. if i died, it would be okay. the cliche 'when you have your health, you have everything, is very true. when you do not have your health, nothing else matters at all."
really, the only quote that matters is the last.
the others are profound, but trivial.
i don't know why i just wrote all of these out. what a waste.