You and I have loved each other and her and been loved by each other and by her, them, in all these houses, through all these memories which were once moments, real and felt even if forgotten. We have loved and loved and been loved despite the fissures and losses, violence, cruelty, smallness, deficits in money and time and attention, despite the betrayals and indifferences, the distance and weather, despite developing different definitions of certain words. Death, expensive, cold. How?
