"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."
—Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour
"I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. But this time it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different - there would be a mountain between us. I knew it in my bones. This time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go."