In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know it's supposed to be a pledge, but it feels like a curse. Don't we have to forget some of it? Don't we have to forget this feeling? If we don't, how will we live?

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.