The dreams weren’t as pleasing when they had no chance of coming true

Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.