I sometimes end up in dangerous situations, and I come back to you broken and messed up, and you worry about me when I'm gone. It's like marrying a policeman.
What we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa.
I love. I have loved. I will love.
I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson.
It was silly, wasn't it? But the singing made it not silly.
Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other.