by NotReallySure
We do the right things for the wrong reasons. And the wrong things for the right reasons. And what we lose, sometimes, is a part of ourselves. Because they take that with them when they leave, as we lose them from our lives.
The first story was like dessert, like an entire dessert buffet, all the sugar and richness and decadence, wholly satisfying, The second was like a hangover cure. Not especially gratifying, but painfully necessary to face the day.
Big sighs are like wordless prayers sometimes. And forever is the cruelest word.
So sensitively written. I’m so moved, though by what precisely, I can’t really tell. I think there is something of this story, in some crevice, in all of us.5 stars.