I’ve always known he’ll leave at the end of the summer and not come back, but now that he was officially accepted, it hurts so much more. I don’t want him to go but I know he has to. I wish he wasn’t so bright or a year younger or had no ambition. But then I wouldn’t love him like I do.
“In a world where you can date without sex, screw without dating, and in the end keep most of your sex partners as friends long after the screwing is over, what really defines a relationship?”—Carrie on Sex and the City
“So rose the dreadful ghost from his next and blackest opera. There, on the stage, stood the figure of a dead commander. And I knew, only I understood that the horrifying apparition was Leopold raised from the dead! Wolfgang had summoned up his own father to accuse his son before all the world!”—Salieri on Mozart’s Don Giovanni