“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World
I think that we, as living, breathing human beings, aren’t even consciously aware of our existence most of the time. We float around like ghosts from one dull place to another, fading into the background and just hoping for something more. We yearn to break free from this cycle of monotony, but we just don’t know how.
I had a nightmare the last night I spent with you.
Funny how the first dream I’d share with you was a nightmare.
I hope this says nothing of what lies ahead of us
or of what our relationship consists of
but I know it does.
I know it with a conviction.
I know it without doubt.
But sometimes nightmares are the most thrilling, aren’t they?
The most fleeting,
The most mysterious.
Amazing how they can leave you feeling like they have searched some depth deep inside that you were afraid to look before.
Nightmares force us to look.
They violently throw the darkness at our faces,
they demand us to at least see
the parts of us we wish to forget.
And if we’re lucky,
if we’re lucky,
we might understand the darkness, too.