mardi, juin 03, 2008  Something true that resonated with me as I read it:"We'll keep in touch." "No, we won't," I replied. It was, after all, the end of a long day, and I'd been bombarded with sentiments like that. No matter how much she meant to me as a friend, I was too tired to keep up the façade. "We'll mean to, and we'll manage it at first. You'll call every week, and we'll have lunch whenever you're in town. But eventually we'll reach the point where we're both so busy that we never have time for more than an occasional email or an obligatory Christmas card." She, who was never afraid to face the truth, nodded. "You're right," she said, "but know this: That won't mean I love you any less." Libellés : books, literature [Goodbyes and love] |
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By Its from a fan-fiction from The West Wing, at fwf.healthyinterest.net; "As Small As Stars". |
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