And when I’m older, and people ask me about the people I’ve met in life, you are probably the first one who goes through my mind. And I’ll explain that you were the most bittersweet love of my life I’ve ever met.

The woman who cherished
her suffering is dead. I am her descendant.
I love the scar-tissue she handed on to me,
but I want to go on from here with you
fighting the temptation to make a career of pain.