When I flash forward, my heart breaks. Mostly because I can’t imagine you speaking of me with any sort of pride. How could you? I’m a child in a man’s body. I care for nothing and everything at the same time; noble in thought, weak in action. Something has to change, something has to give.
“When you left I didn’t wash the sheets because I didn’t want to lose that completely…you. And it fucked me up for a long time because I would wake up and I’d smell you and I’d think you were there. And my heart would break all over again.”—Hank Moody