The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.
She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.
Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.
He could lose himself in her forever, he thought.
I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.
A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long over, it still consumed her year after year. It was a tangled hairball of feelings and she couldn't pull forth any one strand.