“ My whole life has been one big broken promise. ”
Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.
~ Sara Zarr
I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.
Okay, then, what was he like? Just give me something to go on so that I have a shot at him!''A shot at him? Are you on an elk hunt?
Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.
