Perhaps it’s what both their hearts have been wanting all along—to be broken. In order to know that they are whole enough to break.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
How easily we come apart. How quickly someone else’s life can enter through the cracks we don’t know are there until this foreign thing is inside of us. We are more porous than we know.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
She found solace only in searching for some trace of that other past that would absolve her, or so she thought, by offering some proof of her insignificance.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
She felt the waves of her grief collide with the waves of other griefs felt no longer by anyone alive, but carried on the breezes that smelled the same as they had to the people who had suffered those griefs a century ago.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
Sometimes she has the feeling that her death won’t matter enough to happen, that she might live forever in this state.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
He remembers, again, that home is what he can’t remember.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
When you love someone who has died, and her death disappears because you can’t remember it, what you are left with is merely the pain of something unrequited.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
He knows his grief, too, but its source is also lost without its movement. It is a static thing, unrecognizable, disconnected.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
Pain is as present in his body as his signature is in his hand.
Dexter Calledohas quoted2 years ago
Strange how time was once a thing to measure—hours, days, weeks. How impossible to remember what it must have been like to know a day as a thing that passed.