Then you realize, all of a sudden; that a part of you is still back there. Then you understand, quite unexpectedly; that no one can match up, no one will be enough, because the empty void is too great and too cold without him -- the hole left behind a limitless vacuum that remains sealed. I try to pry it open. I bend and I scratch at it's glistening surface, but it stays locked and impenetrable. It should matter that another man is better. It should make a difference that another man has a more symmetrical face and grander status. It should be relevant that there might be a future. That would make sense, that would be logical. But every second I spend in that man's company only proves one thing...
He is still right here.
Keaton Henson – Lying To You
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