Tell Me Everything

I’m telling you this because you have been so fortunate in your life, you probably don’t even know such broken people exist.”

“That was about the same thing that every story Lucy and I have shared is about. People suffer. They live, they have hope, they even have love, and they still suffer. Everyone does. Those who think they’ve not suffered are lying to themselves.

bushes that grew below. It was strange to watch Matt; his face became

And yet, as is often the case, those of us who need love so badly at a particular moment can be off-putting to those who want to love us, and to those who do love us.

be in love when the outcome is uncertain is an exquisite kind of agony.

envy, but I don’t know if she is!” Lucy said, looking at him now, “My point is that every person on this earth is so complicated. Bob, we’re all so complicated, and we match up for a moment—or maybe a lifetime—with somebody because we feel that we are connected to them. And we are. But we’re not in a certain way, because nobody can go into the crev

Didn’t anyone ever have anything interesting to say? They talked of movies they were all watching, of series on Netflix, they spoke about their children, but always carefully and in terms meant to hide their private disappointments, and they talked about one another. Of course.

People did not care, except for maybe one minute. It was not their fault, most just could not really care past their own experiences.

We like to think that our lives are within our control, but they may not be completely so. We are necessarily influenced by those who have come before us.