I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.
Marguerite DurasEven so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.
Marguerite DurasI meet you. I remember you. Who are you? Youโre destroying me. Youโre good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. Youโre destroying me. Youโre good for me. Youโre destroying me. Youโre good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.
Marguerite DurasSuddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.
Marguerite Duras