“We were together. I forget the rest.”
My love of Hemingway is no secret. His ability to convey so much razor sharp truth with so few words is pretty unparalleled, if you ask me. Ernest once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. I came across this the other day, and now, even having read it over and over and over… I have a lump in my throat.
Sometimes awe and tears come from the same place.