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Love can come when you're already who you are, when you're filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.
Deb Caletti
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Deb Caletti
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: June 16
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San Rafael
California
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A person could leave you so quickly. So much history and time and memories, but they snuck away from you, and other things took their place. How could you hold on? Wait. A bigger question. The biggest. How could you hold on and let go?
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so what brings you to the doctor today? hmm, im afraid i have the chronic desire to save people i know about that. i've got it too. maybe it's catching. not catching enough
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What’s that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.
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I didn't walk over and talk to him, though, not then. If I needed the time for a tree branch to become just a tree branch again and the wind to become just the wind, then a boy, most of all, needed some time to be only a boy.
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I thought I might cry, the way you do when someone gives you some kindness when you most need it but when it seems the most surprising thing.
Deb Caletti
It makes you realize how basically everything we do comes down to a) mating or b) competing for resources. It’s just like Animal Planet, only we’ve got Cover Girl and Victoria’s Secret instead of colored feathers and fancy markings, and the violence occurs at the Nordstrom’s Half-Yearly Sale.
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she wonders if we feel more regret for the things we do or for the things we didn't do
Deb Caletti
...wanting things for the wrong reasons can turn anyone's life into a marshmallow on a stick over a hot fire: impossibly messy and eventually consumed, one way or another.
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I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.
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It occurred to me then that a lot of life was either about wanting and not having, or having and not wanting.
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You were a stone wall, a fort in high, unreachable trees, an island, my own island, that no boat could reach.
Deb Caletti
Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.
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The way two people can end up in the same place, find each other in a crowd, and change their lives and the lives of the people around them forever... It makes you believe in fate. And fate gives love some authority. Like it's been stamped with approval from above, if you believe in above. A godly green light. Some destined significance.
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You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.
Deb Caletti
A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.
Deb Caletti
To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.
Deb Caletti
I could forget that part, but it had to have been true.
Deb Caletti
Love. She looked at me with those blue eyes. Isn't it astonishing how confused and complicated such a small,simple word is? It attracts so many other things, doesn't it, that stick to it like barnacles on rock...fear, guilt. Need. You can't even see the rock anymore. I imagine love in its purest form is a rare thing.
Deb Caletti
Sometimes you've got to make a mess before you clean it up.
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The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.
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