I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.
There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.
Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.
That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.
Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.
Odd how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love-soaked, drenched in love-only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined.