"But when someone's gone and you're the primary keeper of his memory - letting go would be a kind of murder, wouldn't it? I had so much love for him, even if it was a complicated love, and where is all that love supposed to go? He was gone, so it couldn't change, it couldn't turn to indifference. I was stuck with all that love."
Screaming.
— Jan 12, 2024 12:12PM
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