Our moment had passed somehow. I was different. He was, too. Without our โmadnessโ to unite us, there wasnโt anything much there. Or maybe too much had happened in too short a time. Itโs like when you take a trip with someone you donโt know very well. Sometimes you can get very close very quickly, but then after the trip is over, you realise all that was a false sort of closeness. An intimacy based on the trip more than the travellers, if that makes any sense.
Gabrielle Zevin