It's not about my joy, the relief of my burden. I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say? I like to see people run to each other. I like the kissing and the crying. I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change. I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone. I sit on the side that I've already memorized. I observe. I write. I try not to remember the life that I didn't want to lose but lost and have to remember. Being here fills my heart with so much joy, even if the joy isn't mine, and at the end of the day, I fill the suitcase with old news.
You're supposed to trust friends. You have no reason to be his friend? That is part of the pleasure of friendship: trusting without absolute evidence and then being rewarded for that trust. -- David Shore
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