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

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

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

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.

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

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

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