I feel that these words have a painful, truthful poignancy. Isn't it true that we expect the most from the people we love? We hold those individuals up to almost impossible standards, so we shouldn't be surprised when they're the ones that eventually let us down. I don't mean to sound resentful, or negative-I happen to think those words are a beautiful illustration of what makes us all human.
"That's now," I say. "I'm talking about then. They had a car with the roof blowtorched off that they called the Sardine. It was a heap, and the one time I rode in it, I thought I was going to die."
"Why do you still like them?" he asked.
"It's easy to like people you don't really know anymore. You can even forgive them." Then I look at him meaningfully. "It's the people you know who are always the hardest to love. You expect so much from the people that you love that you are bound to be disappointed."
This is why I loved Bobby Rex.
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