Dark tale after love

“There are moments of perfect happiness, sometimes in solitude whose memory, more than that of anyone outside, can, in a crisis, save you from despair. Because we know that we have been happy, alone and without reason. We know that it is possible. And happiness – which seems so linked to someone when you are unhappy through it, so irrevocably, almost organically, dependent on it – reappears to you as a something smooth, round, intact and forever free, at your mercy (distant, of course, but necessarily possible). And this memory is more comforting than that of a happiness shared before, with someone else, because this someone else, no longer loving him, appears to you as a mistake and this happy memory based on nothing. ”
Françoise Sagan