Hi.
Hi.
When my mother died,
i was your age.
I thought that
if I prayed for her
to get better
and if I really believed,
she'd get better.
Then, she wouldn't die.
But she did.
It doesn't work.
No, it doesn't work.
I don't care.
I loved your mother
very much.
Perhaps I loved her too much.
She knew that.
She said to me,
"is it worth it?"
Because she knew
what it would be like later.
It doesn't seem fair, does it?
I don't see why
she had to get sick.
No, nor me.
But you can't hold
on to things, Douglas.
You have to let them go.
Jack?
Mmm-hmm.
Do you believe in heaven?
Yes, I do.
I don't believe in heaven.
That's okay.
I sure would like
to see her again.
Me, too.
Hello, who are you?
Chadwick, sir. You're my tutor this term.
Am I?
Chadwick. Right. Come up.
Chadwick, you say?
Yes, sir.
Sit down.
"We read to know
we're not alone."
Do you think that is so?
Well,
i hadn't thought of it before
like that, sir.
No, nor had I.
I suppose some
people would say,
"we love to know
we're not alone."
Would you?
Well, if you mean
"falling in love"
well, I haven't really.
I mean,
I probably know
more about love from books than from
personal experience.
Go on.
I'm listening.
Well, I don't think any
of us want to be alone.
Why love
if losing hurts so much?
I have no answers anymore,
only the life I've lived.
Twice in that life,
I've been given the choice.
As a boy,
and as a man.
The boy chose safety.
The man chooses suffering.
The pain now
is part of the happiness then.
That's the deal.
