This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, -
You were right to tell me that in life it is not the future which counts, but the past.
—Patrick Modiano, Missing Person (translated by Daniel Weissbort)
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes."