“I have these dreams, you know, that I’m standing on a platform, and you keep going by on a train. And you go by, and you go by, and you go by, you go by. And I wake up with the fucking sweats, you know. And then I have this other dream, oh, where you’re pregnant in bed beside me naked. And I want so badly to touch you, but you tell me not to, and then you look away. And I touch you anyway, right on your ankle, and your skin is so soft that I wake up in sobs, all right, and my wife is sitting there looking at me, and I feel like I’m a million miles from her. And I know that there’s something wrong, you know, that I can’t keep living like this, that there’s gotta be something more to love than commitment. But then I think that I might’ve given up on the whole idea of romantic love, that I might have put it to bed that day when you weren’t there. You know, I think I might’ve done that.”
