People sometimes talk about the power of first impressions, and believe me, there is truth to it.
Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.
He didn't seem to realize that three excuses was as good as no excuse.
Someday was the thing he had, because it was a lot harder to ruin than today.
She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy.
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.