Maybe, he thinks, as he’s riding on through the snow, maybe this is why she’s leaving. Maybe
she fell in love with me when we were kids. And now: and now: and now: we’re not kids anymore.
...the city is just too big and too full of people to be alone.
Joe MenoAs the liquid paper’s fumes quell his brain activity, Jack finds himself staring at
her again and what he thinks is this: Wow.
We’re adults,” he says quickly. “I’m only here to work. I won’t bother you or anything.”
“Fine,” she says. “Great.”
“Great,” he repeats.
“We’re too good of work friends anyways.”
“We are?”
“I mean, we’re probably too much alike,” she says.
“Yeah, it would be too weird. If things didn’t work out.”
“These things never work out,” she says.
“Exactly,” he says.
“Exactly.”
“Right,” he adds. “Exactly.”
“And who needs all the weirdness?
Listen, I’m going to give you some advice, not because I
think you need it, but because I feel like I’ve earned it. The right, I mean. To give advice. Here it is:
don’t hold onto things. It’s a problem the men in my family have. It’s taken me a long time to figure
this out. Me, my father, my grandfather, we collect things. We collect miseries. It’s what we do. But
sometimes the best thing to do is to just let things go. To let them pass.
Maybe. Because he’s got to try. Because she is too interesting, too beautiful not to even do anything.
Joe MenoI really do. It’s the first time I don’t have to think at work, you know. It’s really simple. You
just answer the phone and put in people’s orders. It’s pretty laid back. You don’t like it?”
“No. I feel like it’s killing my brain.”
“Maybe that’s why I like it. I don’t mind not having to think.
I’ve been thinking a
lot and it’s not that anyone did anything wrong. We just didn’t know what we wanted. We weren’t the
people we were supposed to be yet,
As a boy, all I ever wanted was this: a
life dedicated to art; every idea, every breath an artistic gesture. And here is this girl before me,
blowing on her hands to keep warm. And why am I so worried it’s not going to last?
The last four days
where everything has finally made some sense. And why is she so ready to throw this away? Because.
Because eventually every relationship she’s been in has turned to shit. Eventually she ends up
screwing everything up. So maybe it’s better to leave now before people’s feelings get hurt.
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