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All of us preserve time. We preserve the old versions of the people who have left us. And under our skin, under the layer of wrinkles and experience and laughter, we, too, are old versions of ourselves. Directly below the surface, we are our former selves: the former child, the former lover, the former daughter.

I want him. I want you. I want the north and the south. I want life with all it involves. I've opted against the "or" and for the "and".

I see that I have grown old without noticing. How time has passed. All that damn lost time. I'm scared I've done something terribly stupid, Manon.
I've grown so old in a single night, and I miss you.
I miss myself.
I no longer know who I am.

Memories are like wolves. You can't lock them away and hope they leave you alone.