I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.

We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.

I will never abandon you. I love you too much.