Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.
— Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot
Carrie Mae Weems: The Kitchen Table Series (1990)
Missing someone gets easier every day, because even though it’s one day further from the last time you saw each other, it’s also one day closer to the next time you will.
You can look at a scar and see hurt, or you can look at a scar and see healing.
— Sheri Reynolds
Artwork of Stefan Sagmeister.
but it really is so important to find people who don’t lose patience with you or get angry if you’re being irrational or insecure or downright ridiculous, it is so so necessary to be treated with gentleness from loved ones and not to be made to feel like you’re irritating or a burden
You go away, and I seem not to exist for you. I don’t understand. I don’t know what you want, or what I am! You write to me like a lover, you treat me like a casual acquaintance! Casual acquaintance, no; but a friend, yes. I’ve always told you I foresaw that solution, and accepted it in advance. But a certain consistence of affection is a fundamental part of friendship. One must know what to hold on to. And just as I think we have reached that stage, you revert abruptly to the other relation, and assume that I have noticed no change in you, and that I have not suffered or wondered at it, but have carried on my life in serene insensibility until you chose to enter again suddenly into it. I have borne all these inconsistencies and incoherences as long as I could, because I love you so much, and because I am so sorry for things in your life that are difficult and wearing—but I have never been capricious or exacting, I have never, I think, added to those difficulties, but have tried to lighten them for you by a frank and faithful friendship. Only now a sense of my worth, and a sense also that I can bear no more, makes me write this to you.
— Edith Wharton, from a letter to Morton Fullerton