[A part of Roy had been expecting this. The signs had been everywhere, in the unexpected touches, the sudden silences, the occasional careless remarks. Nor was it that surprising. There had always been an unspoken understanding between them, a mutual recognition that they had silently put aside because the dream came first.
And yet the floor still falls out from under his feet (so to speak).
She had built a life with him. A life that he didn't remember, that he would never remember because it hadn't happened for him, not him as he is. He hardly knows how to feel, much less what to say.
He would never be the man she had been with.
When he finally speaks, his voice is a little hoarse.]
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Date: 2011-10-21 12:13 am (UTC)And yet the floor still falls out from under his feet (so to speak).
She had built a life with him. A life that he didn't remember, that he would never remember because it hadn't happened for him, not him as he is. He hardly knows how to feel, much less what to say.
He would never be the man she had been with.
When he finally speaks, his voice is a little hoarse.]
Thank you for telling me.