There was a look of gratitude in her eyes.
Her impulsive grasp of his hand left his fingers tingling.
"I am glad that you understood," she murmured.

"Perhaps that will help me just a little.

For the rest, if you wish to be very kind, you will forget." "If I cannot do that," he promised, "I will at least turn the key upon my memories." "Do more than that," she begged.

"Throw the key into the sea, or whatever oblivion you choose to conjure up.

Moments such as those have no place in my life.