“If we are destined to be together again, be happy to know you’ll be getting the real me, not some blubbering half me.”
“Half of me (pathetically) wanted to let him know I'd kept the faith; half of me wanted to get in the toolshed and sharpen me some stakes.”
“Because in some other universe, you are me, I am you, and we are perfectly happy together. Or perhaps not… and just like this…”
“Until we see each other again, keep your head together, read some good books, be useful, be happy.”
“It’s peculiar, to reach your destination,” he told me. “You think you’ll arrive and perform the thing you came for and depart in contentment. Instead you get there and find distance still to go.”
“Me and my wife are happy. At least when we are not together.”