It is possible to have a really complicated and shitty relationship with someone and still want them to be part of your life. To still expect them to be there. To not buy into so much of it but buy into some of the clichés of the roles they’re supposed to play, the things they are supposed to show up for. To still be angry, still be confused, still be exhausted, still be accepting, still be selfish, and to still wait and wait for them to come back.
— Haruki Murakami, Hunting Knife