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« The past is always the past... No matter how hard you try to forget him, he always remembers you, whether you like it or not. »

« - Listen, Macy. We both know that life is short. Too short to lose a second with someone who doesn't appreciate you at your true value. "The other day," I replied, "you said that life was long. So, is it one or the other? "Both," she shrugns. It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like eternity, it's constantly changing. "You can't be a thing and its opposite," I said. That's impossible. "No," she replied, squeezing my hand, "what is impossible is to tell ourselves all the time that life is anything but changing." Look, when I was in the hospital, right after my accident, they thought I was going to die. I was really screwed up, the whole thing, what. "Mmm-hmm," said Monica, looking at her sister. "At that moment," continued Kristy, nodding his head, "life is short, literally." But now that I'm getting better, it seems so long that I have to look far, far ahead of me to begin to see the end of it. It's all in the point of view, Macy's is what I meant about eternity. For each of us, our eternity can end in an hour, or a hundred years. You can never be sure, so you might as well give importance every second. Monica, who was lighting a new cigarette, nodded. "Mmm-hmm," she said again. "What you have to decide," Kristy tells me, leaning forward, "is how you want to live your life. If your eternity stopped tomorrow, would you want it to have looked like this? I thought I'd already made that choice. I had just spent the last eighteen months with Jason, adapting my life to his own, trying to do everything I could to secure a place in his perfect world, where everything made sense. But it didn't work. "Look," said Kristy, "the truth is that nothing is certain." You know that better than anyone. She looked me in the back of her eyes, making sure I understood her. That was the case. - So don't be afraid. Start living. Only I could not imagine that we could live without worrying about the dangers that surround us. Especially when the greatest fear we could have had already come true. "It's the same thing," I said. What's going on? - Be afraid and be alive. "No," she said slowly, "and she seemed conscious of speaking a language that I could not understand at the outset, a language whose words themselves, not to mention the ideas they conveyed, were unknown to me. No, Macy. It is not the same thing. »