‘Today i begin to understand what love must be,if it exists,when we are aparted we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves.we are incomplete.Like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost.This is what i imagine love to be.Incompleteness in absence.’
(由于一直没有看完米尔克所以这部也一直拖着)泪流满面不止一次 Richard Socarides的这个故事居然是真的(本以为是为了戏剧性添加的桥段) 顺便附上Richard的文章:https://www.newyorker.com/news/news-desk/coming-out-to-my-father One struggle. One fight.