Normal People

She is an abyss that he can reach into, an empty space for him to fill.

Jamie is somehow both boring and hostile at the same time, always yawning and rolling his eyes when other people are speaking.

But still he has something she lacks, an inner life that does not include the other person.

Presently she turns to him and they exchange kisses on each cheek. Looking in his eyes she says: Well, hello. He senses a certain receptivity in her expression, like she’s gathering information about his feelings, something they have learned to do to each other over a long time, like speaking a private language.

Life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head.

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