variations on a theme; Februaury 19, 2009

I would trade-in all my trophies for that one.

xxx

excerpts from "The People of Paper" (which was suggested to me by a dear friend) written by Salvador Plascencia:

"...rarely speaks of her and that's how most would want it. You don't want your lover speaking of the one before you, but you still look for some acknowledgment - evidence that the past has been dealt with, that the wounds suffered have been treated, that there is nothing festering, no remnants of love incubating." (p. 147)

"One day I will forgive you; until then there are scabs everywhere that you have touched me." (p. 167)