“ You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him. ”
But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here--and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.
~ Melissa Bank
Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into cab, every runner along the river,every motorcycle coming and going.
You will say good-bye for all the right reasons. You're tired of living in wait for his apocalypse. You have your own fight on your hands, and though it's no bigger or more noble than his, it will require all of your energy.It's you who has to hold on to earth. You have to tighten your grip -- which means letting go of him.
They were a couple in a way that didn't exclude anyone but seemed superior to every other relationship in the room.
