He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

Here," she said. "This is for you." "I didn't really get you anything," I sputtered. "I mean, I didn't know that you were going to be here, and--" "Don't worry. It's your embarrassment at not having the thought that counts.

And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.

By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

This is what my voice sounds like I don't need to be talking to someone else To hear it