“If you stay, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I’ll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it’d be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I’d do it. I can lose you like that if I don’t lose you today. I’ll let you go. If you stay.”
Fun fact: if you approach an employee and insist that they go ‘check the back’ for an item that’s not on the shelf, there is a 90% chance that they’ll go to the back room, scratch their ass and check their text messages for five minutes, and come back out with a sympathetic smile and a ‘Sorry!’ because they know without even looking that the stock isn’t there.
Wonderful stuff, you know, little things like that. Those are the things I miss the most, the little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. That’s what made her my wife. Oh, and she had the goods on me, too, she knew all my little peccadillos.
People call these things imperfections, but they’re not. That’s the good stuff, and then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds.
You’re not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense; this girl you met? She isn’t perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you’re perfect for each other.
That’s the whole deal. That’s what intimacy is all about.