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

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

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

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.

I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the only place in which I belonged. The only place I had ever wanted to be. We lay in silence for a while, holding each other, our skin merging, our breathing synchronized. I felt as if silence might allow the moment to last for ever, which would still not be enough.