I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.

And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.

And so a person can never promise to love someone forever because you never know what might come up, what terrible thing the person you love might do.

I wonder this: If you take a woman and push her to the edge, how will she behave?

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is more as a lost possibility than as a man. She has forgotten his breath, his musculature.

But how do you ever know that you know a person?