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

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.

I know what I did to you was so wrong, but at the time it also felt so necessary to my survival. I don't know if those two things can both be true, but that's how it was.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.

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.

Even if you find him. Even if he didn’t leave you on purpose, he can’t possibly live up to the person you’ve built him into.