Why Does What Was Beautiful Shatter In

Why Does What Was Beautiful Shatter In Hindsight Because It Concealed Dark Truths?

There's No Need To Talk About It, Because The Truth Of What One Says Lies In What One Does.

It Wasn't That I Forgot Hanna. But At A Certain Point The Memory Of Her Stopped Accompanying Me Wherever I Went. She Stayed Behind, The Way A City Stays Behind As A Train Pulls Out Of The Station. It's There, Somewhere Behind You, And You Could Go Back And Make Sure Of It. But Why Should You?

Sometimes The Memory Of Happiness Cannot Stay True Because It Ended Unhappily.

It Is Hard For Me To Imagine That I Felt Good About Behaving Like That. I Also Remember That The Smallest Gesture Of Affection Would Bring A Lump To My Throat, Whether It Was Directed At Me Or At Someone Else. Sometimes All It Took Was A Scene In A Movie. This Juxtaposition Of Callousness And Extreme Sensitivity Seemed Suspicious Even To Me.