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

What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

‎"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.

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

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.