I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.

People are always separable.

Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

I will be the one to leave you.

I see Nick's number. I debate whether to assign a name to his number. If I commit to that, then I will truly be heartbroken if he never calls me again; my heart will knot each and every time I use this phone and see his name in there. I would probably end up having to trash the phone entirely.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.