“I think I was having terrible relationships. I haven’t learned shit.”

 

“What?”

I haven’t learned anything about relating to others. I don’t know why people are there.”

 

“Not sure I understand the brevity of this conversation.”

 

“What?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I just want to know why people are there, because I am fucking relationships up.”

 

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

 

“I know.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I just want to keep falling.”

 

“As soon as I grab hold onto something. As soon as I say this thing is mine, this is me! That is where the pain starts.”

 

 

“What?”

 

“I’m just saying.

“I think they like the drive there.”

“What?”

“I think they live for the travel.”

“You preach about that all the time.”

“I do.”

“What?”

“I know I do. We have agreed that there is something there. We know that there is something precious about the process.”

“Ok.”

“Both of us want it. One wants to rip the page out, chew and then swallow it. They don’t want you to see it. They don’t want you to be alone with it. The other person needs to sit with it–be alone with it. Needs to own it.”

“What?”

“One of them knows there is no process. They need to keep it a secret till they get comfortable”