January 23, 2014
That is when I realize that I am not unique in my experience, that she probably suffers in some ongoing way herself. Maybe she is protected by some difference between us that allows her to shed the memory more easily so that she does not have to live with it. I could not even say what it is I want anymore, if I want anything. No, I really do not want to forget. I suppose if anything I would wish to live with it more easily, to pass through time without hanging up on these spare parts sticking off me.