I had this stupid idea that you and I could make a new start together and all the pain we caused everybody else, it was for a reason because we were meant to be together. You were my one true love. I knew it was naive and people thought I was crazy, but I just didn't want to be one of those suckers who gets trapped in a miserable marriage and they're too fucking terrified to leave or they're drinking too much or leading a double life. I wanted to be brave and make a choice and be happy. And yes, it was hard, and yes, I hurt people, people I really love. I never thought it would be all... pointless.
Wait. It's not pointless.
Isn't it?
Look, I... I made a mistake.
Maybe. Maybe this was the mistake.
No, please, don't say that.
Maybe nothing's a mistake. Maybe it's all just fucking meaningless, all these decisions that we make ourselves sick over and these choices we think are so important.
