5336. Z oazy (CCXXII)

Wielo­tygodniowe odliczanie literek, raz. Połknięta po raz pierwszy dzień po tym, jak dotarła do ula. Połknięta wraz ze łzami, które były efektem tego czytania. Połykana przez ostatnie tygodnie wielokrotnie z tym samym efektem pomoczonych oczu.

Wybierałam fragmenty na raty, robiąc za każdym razem kilkudniową przerwę. Trwało. Chyba nigdy nie zrozumiem, w jaki sposób wywąchuję istnienie takich książek.

	We can be different and still be the same. We don’t need to agree on everything. As long as we agree on the most important thing.
	Biscuits?
	Love.

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	Keira, it’s raining?
	You have to stand in the rain to enjoy when it stops.

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	Throw it! Throw it!
	It’s a dirty, soggy tennis ball.
	It’s a world of endless possibility. Throw it!
	I’m sorry. I threw it too far.
	Don’t worry. If it’s meant for us, t will be there for us.

Don’t people realise we need to look after each other—whatever our size or shape or colour? I will always look after you...even when you smell. Especially when you smell.

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Being silent together was the best
conversation I ever had.

For thirteen years, your smile made
every day a good day.

For thirteen years, you taught me your
lessons in your own inimitable way.

For thirteen years, your unconditional
love lit up my world,
and I desperately wanted you to stay.

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You taught me that it’s not what happens,
but what we do next that defines who we are.

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Healing is like blowing a bubble—
blow too hard and it’s gone.
[…]
Hugging is haft of healing.

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All the love in the world can’t stop an accident. Every success you have ever had stands on the shoulders of failure. If we hadn’t been through all of that, we wouldn’t b here right now. And isn’t this a lovely place?

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	You see the stars?
	They’re beautiful.
	That’s where we come from.
	Did we fall?
	Sort of. We’re all stardust, Keira. We always will be.
	And our light lives on?
	Yes. But you can only feel it, like the sun.

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I felt so small.
But you showed me
that only the small things can
change anything at all.

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Unconditional love
doesn’t tell you what to think,
but rather reaches inside you
and asks you to add something
to make the flame brighter,
something only your light can add.

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Though I question everything and trust nothing, with Keira’s unconditional love, I trusted everything without questioning at all. […] She will always be a unique part of me because her love is woven into me.

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This unconditional love. Love without conditions. Nothing expected in re­turn. […] ...a love that transcends space and time, connecting us to those we love, long after their mortal essence has passed. We don’t need to under­stand, just surrender and accept. This is a great blessing—fear of our inevitable transience sublimated by the certain knowledge of eternal love.

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The greatest manifestation of unconditional love is when darkness isn’t scary anymore.

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I saw my own truth through her eyes.

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I can feel her light every single day ... like the sun.

I hear you whisper,
In accepting that we pass, we can be most alive.
In accepting that we lose, we can always win.

You must forgive the past to give for the present.

Noel Fitzpatrick, Keira & Me: A tale of two best friends and
how they saved each other, ilustr. Laura McKendry,
Seven Dials, London 2023.
(wyróżnienie własne)

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[dostęp: 23.01.2024], źródło, ale jednocześnie link 
do fantastycznej rozmowy.