Passion - eventually it cools.

I can't say why some memories float and other sink.

I had fallen out of my secure world, precipitated beyond the territories I had only begun to control so skillfully. What a foolish step to take. What an insane move to make.

Suddenly it all seemed luminously clear. Love had very little to do with fear and emotional sabotage; love had to do with trust.

It would drive me crazy to be a guest in my own house.

What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?

We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.