F. Scott Fitzgerald Quote
Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.' You'll always be like this to me.' Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.
The Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Selection of 28 Stories with an Introduction by Malcolm Cowley (ed. 1951)