To create myself from nothing.
S.J. Watson
And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together.
forgiveness
I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.
happiness
identity
I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get the glimmer that I associate with memory. As my mind tries to settle on it, it flutters away, like ashes caught in a breeze, and I realize that in my life there is a then, a before, though before what I cannot say, and there is a now, and there is nothing between the two but a long, silent emptiness that has led me here, to me and him, in this house.
mind memory emptiness
I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.
relationships
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.
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.
memory ideas thoughts
I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.
helplessness grief shame
What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?
human-nature memories
There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.
memories
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.
perspective hindsight
He forgave you though,' said Claire. 'He never held it against you, ever. All he cared about was that you lived, and that you got better. He would have given everything for that. Everything. Nothing else mattered.
relationship
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