And what little memory she'd had of things were mostly from another perspective, aspects that she'd hardly felt comfortable claiming. The sentiment behind that relationship or any other that had once been precious. The truth of it might have been that she was afraid to truly try and look back that far.
"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I could... recall him properly as a person, beyond mostly extraneous information, if we were once so close. He was close with my husband as well, before... everything went wrong. I suppose that is neither here nor there, but... mention of her would stir those thoughts."
And she doesn't blame him for that, it's just strange to be faced with it while also simultaneously balancing the thoughts of carrying a child.
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And what little memory she'd had of things were mostly from another perspective, aspects that she'd hardly felt comfortable claiming. The sentiment behind that relationship or any other that had once been precious. The truth of it might have been that she was afraid to truly try and look back that far.
"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I could... recall him properly as a person, beyond mostly extraneous information, if we were once so close. He was close with my husband as well, before... everything went wrong. I suppose that is neither here nor there, but... mention of her would stir those thoughts."
And she doesn't blame him for that, it's just strange to be faced with it while also simultaneously balancing the thoughts of carrying a child.