I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.
some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.
And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love
How many times could you give up on someone you loved?
What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.
As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.