Mistakes we make in the past sometimes keep us connected. Heartache keeps us connected. We want the past to be forgotten, to forget the people we’ve hurt and those who have hurt us and yet, it’s always there, in the periphery of our consciousness, because it has defined part of our life. A part of who we are.
The Hardest Part Not the loving, but the part just after— the remembering when you gathered the broken pieces of what once had been whole and the part after that— the forgetting when you drowned those pieces one by one into abyss.
It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.