Friday, September 21, 2012

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Sometimes I’m afraid that I’ll never be young with someone I love again. Sometimes I am afraid that every time I move and ‘start over’ the relationships I find and make are more hollow, tenuous, unimportant, fragile, contingent. Sometimes I’m afraid that I’ve wasted my life and that, like everyone who has ever been before and everyone who will come after, I don’t get to start over at all. Sometimes I’m afraid I will be alone when I die, and worse, that I’ll have been alone while I was alive.

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