I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

I'll let you go. If you stay.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.

Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.