Remember that night... Remember the feeling of being enough just to fill a physical, but not emotional, space. Remember to ask for conversation and receive distance, remember to cry silently in the bathroom so that he would not notice.
Remember to sign the divorce not for lack of love... But because of a lack of reciprocity, I open my eyes.
The city is still moving out there. And I'm not that woman anymore.
I'm not going to beat myself up for having memory, I'm not going to soften what I felt just because now he seems willing.
If Ethan wants to show time... Let him do it. But time does not erase what the body has learned.
And my body learned to recognize when I was alone even accompanied.
As I thought about my past, I thought about Alexander...
Alexander doesn't speed me up, he does
