Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.

I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.

it'll be this kind of deep blue”she said. “The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words —the color of a completely closed-in night

She was still there inside me now, just as she always was: a life put on hold, a memory I didn't know how to handle.

Recognizing how totally ignorant you are is the only honest way to deal with people who've been through something traumatic.

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.

I wonder what it felt to move to a country where you didn't grow up. I had thought about that often since my sister got married. Do you become a character in a story native to that land, or do you, somewhere in your heart, want to return to your homeland.