So where does that end, Frank? Because I look at you and my heart breaks because all I can see is just this endless, echoing loneliness. I’m not lonely, Karen. Bullshit.
We are all lonely.
I sometimes think that that is all that life is, we’re just- we’re just fighting not to be alone.
So what do you want, Karen? What should I do? Should I let it go?No, but I want there to be an after. For you.
This is how we know that this was love. We left and came back for each other. More than once. More than twice. We tried to go on alone but we could not. We just could not. Life makes no sense without either one of us.