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

Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.

You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Forgivenesss: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.

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.

He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by people's capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. I'm floored every time.