Unraveling Oliver

by Liz Nugent

Time does not heal. It is a lie. One just gets used to the wound. There is nothing more.

I think it an honorable thing not to visit your horror upon those that you love, but I suspect that the pain of keeping it inside must also cause a lesion to the soul.

You don’t have to love a person. You can love the idea of a person. You can idealize them and turn them into the person you need.