Together they are one thing that just happened to be torn into two pieces.
write more letters.. they are licked, and touched.. they exist, you can kiss them or burn them.. they can be kept..
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| — | Glen Hansard |
This show is breaking me. Everything about this scene is brilliant. There aren’t even words for how beautiful it is.
It was easier when he thought like that. But it was not the truth, and he would not dishonor the past, the two of them as young, by such a dismissal. In their innocence, in their belief in life and in each other, in the clarity of their desire that had no residue of punishment or will to humiliate or dominate or shame, they had been a thing of beauty. Valuable. Not ever, would he betray that. His youth. Their youth. She was the love of his youth. He is no longer young. And, she, too, has lost youth. But he will not betray it.
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| — | Mary Gordon “The Love of My Youth” |