Women were complicated creatures. Any man who thought he had one figured out simply wasn't paying attention.
Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.
People always wanted someone to blame, didn't they?
How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?
But not all scars showed, did they?
Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.