"I want you to know that there are times when I find myself able to understand why you do what you do. Why you did what you did. There are fissures of clarity, maturity and apathy that allow for infinitesimally minute waves of forgiveness. Like a shrug in a hurricane. Or a wink in winter snow.
"There are moments when I find it not only completely okay, if a bit ruthless, for you to be exactly who you are at the expense of others’ trust, others’ love, others’ possibly unstable psychological balances, I deign even to eek out a tiny smile, like a silent salute to the overwhelming powers of thuggery, cowardice, soul-stomping uncaring. And in those moments - those weak links in the chain - I love you again for just a millisecond for being everything I’d hoped you would be to everyone else but me. And it’s like a little time travel bonanza to the one millisecond of adventure and fun I feel comfortable acknowledging we shared together.
"You get one second, and nothing more."
You get one millisecond. And you get no more."
"You get one second, and nothing more."
You get one millisecond. And you get no more."
