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Another way to remember someone is to create more memories with that person. The more there is to forget, the longer forgetting takes.

I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something, till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

“Relationships never provide you with everything. They provide you with some things. You take all the things you want from a person— sexual chemistry, let’s say, or good conversation, or financial support, or intellectual comparability, or niceness, or loyalty— and you get to pick three of those things. Three— that’s it. Maybe four, if you’re very lucky. The rest you have to look for elsewhere. It’s only in the movies that you find someone who gives you all of those things. But this isn’t the movies. In the real world, you have to identify which three qualities you want to spend the rest of your life with, and then you look for those qualities in another person. That’s real life. Don’t you see it’s a trap? If you keep trying to find everything, you’ll wind up with nothing.”

There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.

She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: ‘This is not the world I expected.’

December is the loneliest month. I like to be alone. I just don’t like to be lonely.

“You cannot save people. You can only love them.”

I even wish I could wipe the story out of my mind entirely. But of course, you never can. Why is it that you can’t forget what you really want to forget?

I don’t know how to put it, but I just can’t get it through my head that here and now is really here and now. Or that I am really me. It doesn’t quite hit home. It’s always this way. Only much later on does it ever come together.

You’re here. At least it looks as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be somewhere else. Or maybe you already disappeared a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go like this forever?

February is the shortest month of the year, so if you are having a miserable month, try to schedule it for February.