Tag: loss, love, relationships

Raymond Carver

And the terrible thing, the terrible thing is, but the good thing too, the saving grace, is that if something happened to one of us–excuse me for saying this–but if something happened to one of us tomorrow, I think the other one, the other person, would grieve for a while, you know, but then the surviving party would go out and love again, have someone else soon enough. All this, all of this love we’re talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory.

Danielle Evans

I want to wake Chrissie and tell her this as if it’s a warning: Don’t push too hard; your last chance to see a person the way you wanted them to be may come at any moment. One minute you have a parent, or a friend, or a lover, something solid, and physics tells you their resistance will always be there to meet you as you press yourself into relief against them. Then all of a sudden your mother is a fading outline in a thunderstorm, wet and weak and so far out of reach; or your lover who may also be your best and only friend is pulled so quickly into someone else’s life that you don’t even realize he’s left yours until you’re getting a save-the-date card; or your father is somewhere at the end of the world and even if you had a number for him, you’d feel wrong calling to tell him to quit collecting stuff when it’s painfully clear you have nothing to offer to replace it. But I don’t wake Chrissie because she’s sleeping like a baby, and anyway, she isn’t a baby and she doesn’t need me to tell her what it is to watch somebody let you down by being human in the saddest and neediest ways, what it is to push at something that has long since given way.

Raymond Carver

And the terrible thing, the terrible thing is, but the good thing too, the saving grace, is that if something happened to one of us–excuse me for saying this–but if something happened to one of us tomorrow, I think the other one, the other person, would grieve for a while, you know, but then the surviving party would go out and love again, have someone else soon enough. All this, all of this love we’re talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory.