But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

It's nice, this. The canal." He looks at me. "You." "I'll bet you say that to all the canals.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

I think of me and Melanie when we were younger, on the high dive at the pool in Mexico. We would always hold hands as we jumped, but by the time we swam back up to the surface, we'd have let go. No matter how we tried, once we started swimming, we always let go. But after we bobbed to the surface, we'd climb out of the pool, clamber up the high-dive ladder, clasp hands, and do it again. We're swimming separately now. I get that. Maybe it's just what you have to do to keep above water. But who knows? Maybe one day, we'll climb out, grab hands, and jumo again.

I realize it’s not just Willem I’m looking for; it’s Lulu too.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.