I go to seek a great perhaps - Gabriel García Márquez

Nostalgia, as always, had wiped away bad memories and magnified the good ones.

The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.

and taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.