“People talk about us in mere tragedy, as if all we did was hurt and crack and break until time crystallized and we slept a hundred years. But all I remember are crow’s feet at the corner of your eyes and laugh lines that feel like the gravity of the universe. And I loved you. I remember how much I unfathomably loved you. People talk about us in mere tragedy, but infrequent are tragedies that do not have a speck of hope, a dreg of happiness, a split-second joy. Many times we were tragic. But many times we were happy too.”
— We were happy too. Seventy Years of Sleep, nikka ursula (n.t)
