Notes

We would have been all right if there hadn’t been any… mess. But you can’t handle mess. You need everything neat and easy. I don’t know. Maybe you can’t love anybody. It was so much Buck. When Buck died, it was as if you buried all your love with him, and I don’t understand that. I just don’t know, I don’t… maybe it wasn’t even Buck. Maybe it was just you. Maybe, finally, it was the best of you that you buried. But whatever it was… I don’t know who you are. And I don’t know what we’ve been playing at. So I was crying. Because I don’t know if I love you anymore. And I don’t know what I’m going to do without that.