I bumped into an old version of myself who I used to know when I lived in another part of town. Old me asked how you were doing. I said we broke up years ago. He nodded and said he wasn’t surprised because you always made him feel vaguely suspicious and on edge. I asked my old self then why didn’t you break up with her? “I don’t really know. Because I didn’t have the guts? Or because I was more hopeful about things than you are? I don’t envy you growing older.”
With that he shook my hand and disappeared.
— Jonathan Carroll