I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

The ocean makes its music; the wind does its dance. We hold on. At first we hold on to one another, but then it starts to feel like we are holding on to something even bigger than that. Greater.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

It’s up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.