Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely

...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.

I don't know how to be a friend. I don't know how to be anything.