Oh, all stories are the same, aren't they? Men and women fall in love or out of love. People are born; people die. It al ends happily or it all ends sadly, and the difference matters only to the people involved.

I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.

Maybe if I'd been braver in that moment, I would have cried.

It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.

I let myself feel good and sorry for myself, but only for a second. Daddy always said that the most useless of all human emotions was self-pity.

Chocolate doesn't solve everything, Nana." "It solves a whole heck of a lot, though.

For the longest time after that, neither of us said anything. I was unaccustomed to his silence, but I didn't mind it. I knew near everything about him, and he knew near everything about me, and all that made our quiet a kind of song. The kind you hum without even knowing what it is or why you're humming it. The kind that you've always known.