“It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over. Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you! You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. I guess when you're young, you just believe there'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times. The moment before letting go is often when we grip the hardest."