And I listen to the music, beautiful music. (c)
Когда долго не мог облечь мысль в слова и нашел ее в книге. Слово в слово.
Как будто узелок распутался. Так прекрасно.
“We’re not perfect. We’re flawed people, and as much as I want to help you in every way I can, I know I can’t. I don’t- I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to act, or what to say. But I like you. I care about you. I’m going to do my best, even if I know it’s not good enough. And I won’t expect any more of you.”
Как будто узелок распутался. Так прекрасно.
“We’re not perfect. We’re flawed people, and as much as I want to help you in every way I can, I know I can’t. I don’t- I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to act, or what to say. But I like you. I care about you. I’m going to do my best, even if I know it’s not good enough. And I won’t expect any more of you.”
Worm, 16.06