Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?

I need them and they need me to need them

I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.

I can only strive for what is important

Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.

Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?