[b]André Aciman
I wish I had one friend I wasn’t destined to lose.[/b]
Two words: Mere mortal.
Think of the pain before the pain.
How dumb is that, he thought.
This was a time when I intentionally failed to drop bread crumbs for my return journey; instead, I ate them.
With or without regret.
I began reluctantly to steal from the present to pay off debts I knew I’d incur in the future.
Well, until you run out of future of course.
What did one do around here?
Nothing. Wait for summer to end.
What did one do in the winter, then?
I smiled at the answer I was about to give. He got the gist and said, ‘Don’t tell me: wait for summer to come, right.’
In other words, thank god for the spring and the fall.
You are the only person I’d like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense.
Never met anyone like that myself.
You?