It was a small room with one door which he cautiously opens. On the other side, we find a narrow corridor sliding into darkness. "THESE WALLS ARE ACTUALLY A RELIEF"
It surprised me to discover I cared enough about him to act now on that knowledge, especially considering how lonely i was. I gave him an almost paternal hug and kissed him on the cheek. Above us airplanes roared for the sky. He told me to keep in touch and I told him to take care and then i walked away..
Yesterday i took a walk on my old neighborhood. I Saw your old house. I don't know if you know this mister but there is a new building on your old beautiful house.
Oh i remember all the nights i spend on your backyard. We were just 14 thinking only about chess and scrabble. Every single day you were telling me you're gonna marry me some day.. I don't even know if you're alive but all i know is that i really miss you right now Chris!
JULIET: O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
ROMEO:I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIET: What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEO: By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word....
Dear dear flesh of mine, spirit of mine,
Two words and an exclamation point. Is that all you can spare your mother?
I need, need, need you!
There i've failed. My resolve to independ from you has collapsed.
You spend two words, a punctuation point and not even a visit?
Don't you miss her? This huddled puddle of mother? The shape that gave you shape? Fed you, warmed you, waned over you?
Good God, I've never been afraid like this.
An even more frightening exclamation when the exclaimant is an atheist.