However long the moon disappears, someday it must shine again.
Our stories are the tellers of us.
This thing with being lovers, it isn't like being married.
Even for a girl like me, then, there comes a day when she can stop surviving and start living. To survive, you have to look good or talk good. But to end your story well-- here is the truth-- you have to talk yourself out of it.
Life is extremely short and you cannot dance to current affairs.
That is how we lived, happily and without hope. I was very young then, and I did not miss having a future because I did not know I was entitled to one.