I feel how much I loved the world while S was ‘in my life’, as the saying goes. This going back in time doesn’t make me suffer. Maybe I’ve already begun to see things with him the way I did in the beginning: as a beautiful, surprising story, not a painful one. I know those songs will remain linked to him, but in the form to which I’m accustomed, as art: emotion and distance – emotion that is positive because it is distanced.
