Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next And How To Like It Quotes
It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.
After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the unbreakable connections.
Once upon a time, when I was young, his forgetting might have rendered my memory meaningless. I no longer require so much from life.
He remembers what I forget and I remember what he forgets. It's too late for either of us to make another old friend.
Napping is divine, but I no longer have all the time in the world.
