Watching this film made me understand that we were never meant to be together or if we tried we would end up like pieces of bad furniture. Eventually, we would realize we were just pretending to be comfortable in spaces we could never really fit in. But I was always willing to try or even make do with what we have or what we can be, even though I know it will have to end soon. But before we fall apart at least I was sure, that for a moment, we were imperfect together.
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudginess of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.