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But when someone's gone and you're the primary keeper of his memory—letting go would be a kind of murder, wouldn't it? I had so much love for him, even if it was a complicated love, and where is all that love supposed to go? He was gone, so it couldn't change, it couldn't turn to indifference. I was stuck with all that love.

komischerweise nicht weniger traumatic als beim ersten lesen! hm weird

gloria, i too am a tiny lesbian with earrings all the way up her ears

"It’s so beautiful," Roman said. "Doomed love."