The choices we’re working with here are a block universe, where past, present and future all coexist simultaneously and everything has already happened; chaos, where anything can happen and nothing can be predicted because we can’t know all the variables; and a Christian universe in which God made everything and it’s all here for a purpose but we have free will anyway.

My reflection in the mirror shows me pink and puffy. I thought pregnant women were to supposed to glow. I am not glowing.

we both smile and we are conspirators.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

It comes out so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat it: “It’s just that I thought maybe you were married to me.

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.

What are you doing?" Nothing. Breaking and entering. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.