I can't resist not quoting the show. It really has some good script, thanks to Shonda Rhimes. She also writes for another TV hit series, How To Get Away With Murder. I have yet to begin watching it, as I know I will be addicted.
Here goes another conversation between Olivia Pope (OP) and her client (C);
OP : End it now.
C : It's too late because I love her. Denied it for months. We have what we have, it may not be much but it's what we have.
OP : You have nothing. You have a pile of secrets and lies. And you're calling it love and in the meantime you're letting your whole life pass you by, while they raise children, celebrate anniversaries, and grow old together.
You, you're frozen in time, you're holding your breath. You're a statue. Waiting for something that's never going to happen. Living for stolen moments in hotel hallways and coat closets, you keep telling yourself that they all ride up to something real because in your mind they have to, BUT they don't. They won't and they never will because stolen moments aren't a life. So you have nothing. You have no one.
End it now.
Watching shows like these sometimes reminds me of my own situation. Am I too sensitive? Yes, I believe so. Time stops and it brings me back to reflection time. Stolen moments, false hopes, emptiness. That is what he has given me. False hopes, that is what he has given me.
Perhaps I should stop following these shows...
Cheers.
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