“Leo had slammed his hand on the table countless times and he moved his hand further and he crushed a crystal cordial glass. Blood was dripping down his hand. He never broke character. He kept going. He was in such a zone. It was very intense. He required stitches.”
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When I was younger, I would sit with my mother and glide my hands across her face, while my eyes were closed.
She didn’t mind it. She thought it was strange. But it was soothing.
My dad once asked me why I close my eyes.
“So, if I ever go blind, I’ll know what she looks like. I see her with my hands.” I said to him.
My mother came to me, with tears in her eyes and kissed my eyes.
// tellmebirdie
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Leonard Whiting and Olivia Hussey, ages 15/17 and 52/54
It is very strange, because we have never spoken to western journalists about the truth. We madly liked one another, or, at least, I was madly in love with her. But our paths in life have not coincided, unfortunately. No one understands it, but it was the truth.
- Leonard Whiting
