A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind. - Peter S. Beagle

As for you and your heart and the things you said and the didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

I am infected with life and will die of it in time.

...because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't want to pretend she never existed. So before I start forgetting, I have to get down exactly who she was, and exactly how she felt about everything. She was me a lot longer than I've been me so far.