Him:
The hardest during a trip, not to leave, say goodbye to everyone and to see the ground away when the plane takes off. This is nor integrate elsewhere, to understand what escapes us, which makes sense when thinking of others over us. These are not particularly mayflies goodbye littering the road traveler, who announced the end of a time and the beginning of another.
The hardest thing is to go back and understand that a journey never ends, it's like a revolution. We are here with tears in his eyes, his arms wrapped around the bodies of those we love, baggage defeated or not, at the foot of the bed, but everything has changed. Others and especially ourselves. The trip hurts us badly shot difference it opens violently us in new directions. There is no solution other will never understand why it says so little, why they "wanted to tell" but was "too lazy to do it."
From all this, it is not, you do not want to tell because we do not know how to tell. We do not understand what is happening, we can see a vague and often wrong direction. We're going to see something else, discover the other is said to be in reality the trip is the darkest corner where our selfishness lies deeper. It never goes to find the others, but just trying to get to know yourself.
She:
This is perhaps not the kind of thing she thought, her eyes moist and ears filled with the voice of Jean-Louis Aubert.
Not a simple goodbye again, oh no. Of all departures, that of the lover is the worst, one which was stained pillow of our sadness is often the role of lifeline. He was there at the beginning and it more or less just for that one takes her hand. And little by little, he built his role and made himself indispensable.
She focused on him. She was never given the role of substitution that bad language attributed to it. It took its place in his life, day and night. But it is part of the trip, unfortunately.
He is one who can return Maybe put a voyage. Not an endpoint, but this point that opens the suitcase at the time decisions.
hard in these conditions not to be bitter and just be sincere. The unpleasant feeling of always rowing against the tide.
She knows she chose to leave, say a true goodbye and she has always wanted to take the consequences. But the great oceans of water over spoof disorders and we think the price realization is high.
Him:
it as it has always been ready to assume the choice, his and hers, theirs, as yet they have rarely been able to do together. Life is the great whole of which it controls only a trifle.
The only thing he knows is that to continue to travel, their time has come to assume good for their choice: to live according to the great ocean that is not a border but a ford to-morrow.
