This was such a beautiful essay. This was my favorite sentence: “I had a compulsive way of throwing my heart into the hands of others and loving them so deeply, even if only for a moment, an hour, a year.”
I am middle-aged and mellow now. Thank you for taking me back to the intense emotions of youth.
"I have a fear of certain memories. To share a memory with another is to give it away. Such a memory can never be the same ever after, because now it’s their memory too. And someday it may be the memory of many others as it twists and distorts and becomes other to myself."
This was such a beautiful essay. This was my favorite sentence: “I had a compulsive way of throwing my heart into the hands of others and loving them so deeply, even if only for a moment, an hour, a year.”
I am middle-aged and mellow now. Thank you for taking me back to the intense emotions of youth.
Damn, I got emotional reading this...
"I have a fear of certain memories. To share a memory with another is to give it away. Such a memory can never be the same ever after, because now it’s their memory too. And someday it may be the memory of many others as it twists and distorts and becomes other to myself."
I wasn't ready to read this but I'm glad I did.