“That morning I wept. I wept because I loved the streets that took me away from Henry... and would lead me back to him. I wept because from now on I would weep less. I wept because I had lost my pain, that I was not yet accustomed to its absence.”
“I wept because from now on I would weep less. I wept because I had lost my pain, and I was not yet accustomed with its absence.” 就算她赤裸着哭着跪在你的床上“作家”只迷恋经验本身我尽全力否认因为连我自己对自己的爱情深信不疑 当我离开的时候唯一让我痛苦的是苦痛的缺席