The beauty of it, though, is that you don't lack for breath, drowning or not. And whatever he's drowning in, it's not really her. Because she can't take him in. That's not how she is. Not like this.
He has to take her in, like this, you see.
So it's like drowning, but she's just there, holding his hand.
She leans over and kisses his forehead, soft and gentle, and then says, "The mystics say that the difference between happiness and joy is sorrow. They're kinda right. That's a secret. And it's not a lie."
All she can do is sit at his side and take his hand in hers, and say, "And it's okay. It is. I hurt too. And I understand."
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Date: 2006-10-14 05:39 am (UTC)He has to take her in, like this, you see.
So it's like drowning, but she's just there, holding his hand.
She leans over and kisses his forehead, soft and gentle, and then says, "The mystics say that the difference between happiness and joy is sorrow. They're kinda right. That's a secret. And it's not a lie."
All she can do is sit at his side and take his hand in hers, and say, "And it's okay. It is. I hurt too. And I understand."
And all of it's promises that don't suck at all.