I'm at a loss because I am in love with a man who is standing before me with no memories of me at all. (Time Traveler's Wife)
I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.
Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.
