He'd given up blessings he hadn't been worthy of for the chance to be with her, and now he'd lost that, too.
Ann BrasharesMaybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.
Ann BrasharesBecause they forgot and I remembered. They would be lost soon enough, and I would keep going. The best I could do was hold on to them after they forgot themselves.
Ann BrasharesHe could take happiness from her, but could he give any?
Ann BrasharesWhen we stopped to eat in the midday, she spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time.
Ann BrasharesI felt like a pianist who'd been forced to play on a few white keys in the middle, finally allowed to run his hands all up and down the keyboard.
Ann BrasharesSomeday was the thing he had, because it was a lot harder to ruin than today.
Ann BrasharesI guess I was better at loving then, too, and also better at being loved — the two go together.
Ann BrasharesHis power over her was limited, because she didn't love him.
Ann BrasharesWe forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.
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