I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
Incredibly true. INCREDIBLY TRUE.
(I’m not sure a hurt, crying person can always listen and think though. But you know what a hurt, crying person won’t do? They won’t send anyone to the hospital. They won’t send anyone to the morgue.)