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(...) And every time I watch Harold and Maude and I see Ruth Gordon stealing a tree to transplant into the forest, I think of Maura at Land’s End, eating polenta as the waves crash upon the ruins of what she and I could’ve had, if only we’d said and done the wrong things at the right times instead of pretending we were something we were not—just to keep from hurting people who were so far away from us.

Some people get broken up about the bad things they’ve done. I get more broken up over the bad things I didn’t do. Maura and I never gave it a chance. We never did get to learn it the hard way. I don’t suppose I’ll ever get over that.

Inspirador, o heartbrokedaily.