I buried the last one who was here, who sounded like you, in my backyard. He didn’t stand a chance. I punished him for not being absent. He dismantled me. And, the deep unconditional love I never reciprocated is embedded in me as lifetime guilt.
“It is easier to paint Malcolm as the villain of Malcolm & Marie, but the film is simply a live illustration of the beautiful tragedy most romances experience when the perceived reality of one person is a fictional tale to the other.” writes Lazola Nomkala