But I think we were walking around like we were invincible. And maybe that's a bad way to live your life. Because you're not invincible. Nobody is. And maybe now that we've learned that, we'll be better.

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

I'm always standing on the edge of something bad.

This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to -- I don't give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.