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.

With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, disappointing him.

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

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

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

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

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