Because memories fall apart, too. And you're left with nothing.

“The day passed as it always did—in slow motion, with a thousand plaintive glanc…”

“We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.”

“I glanced again. He was still watching me.Look, let me just say it: He was hot.…”

“It always happened like this: he would look and look for the keys to Satan’s He…”