She thought she would know when it happened. But now, as she looked around, she wondered if it was really like that at all. Maybe it happened in a million different ways, when you were thinking of it and you weren't. Maybe there was no gap, no jump, no chasm. You didn't forget yourself all at once. Maybe you just looked around one time or another and you thought, Hey. And there you were.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

Some things have to be believed to be seen. -Ralph Hodgson

She had willed her heart to stay small and contained, but it wouldn’t be. Oh, well.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.