Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.

The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.

I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.

You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.

Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.