How much more am I supposed to take? I can find forever in other ways.
(will post this line as many times as it feels relevant.)
There’s this Japanese story—about a woman who loved this man, her soulmate from childhood. Her parents made her marry a farmer. She ran off anyway with her soul mate and had kids with him. Years later, she comes back to her family and says: “I’m sorry I ran away.” And they say: “What? You’ve been here the whole time, you’ve been ill, in bed.” And she meets the other version of herself, this ghost, and she embraces this woman, and they become one person. And it’s this Buddhist parable, like: which one is the ghost?
Ever since I left you I thought that in some parallel ghost world we had kids we rowed by a canal…I thought part of me would be a ghost forever, without you. I was no longer real even when I was happy. But no, all along in real time you’ve gone on being you and I’ve gone on being me and yes I really love you enough to be ghosted by you my entire life but my God I left you for a reason.
Well, if you live with him, you won’t have to wonder who’ll hold you at night, what will happen if you don’t pay your taxes, or even, if you want children, who you could possibly get to be the father. You won’t read articles in magazines about single women and have to think of the fifty different reasons why you’re different from that. You won’t begin to notice younger men on the street or think I’m not really hurting a married man’s wife if I have an affair with him, because if it’s not me, it’ll be somebody else. But Janie, how could you sleep next to a man as nice as Marty and lie to him and say I love you?
—Isn’t It Romantic? (via fuckyeahgreatplays)