I'm still here, but yet I'm gone
I don't play guitar or sing my songs
They never defined who I am
The man that loves you 'til the end
You're the last person I will love
You're the last face I will recall
And best of all, I'm not gonna miss you
Not gonna miss you
I'm never gonna hold you like I did
Or say I love you to the kids
You're never gonna see it in my eyes
It's not gonna hurt me when you cry
I'm never gonna know what you go through
All the things I say or do
All the hurt and all the pain
One thing selfishly remains
I'm not gonna miss you
I'm not gonna miss you
We were talking one day about how he felt about people asking him about his Alzheimerâs: if he was particularly upset about it, how horrible the disease was, how did he feel about not being able to know his loved ones anymore. He felt bad about it and he was talking to me later that day, and he said âI donât understand what everyone is going on about with this thing, itâs not like Iâm gonna miss anyone anyway.â - Julian Raymond
Elio Perlman is spending the summer with his family at their vacation home in Lombardy, Italy. When his father hires a handsome doctoral student, the curious 17-year-old finds himself developing a growing attraction to the young man.
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