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.

Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement "Stitch.

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

I'll let you go. If you stay.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.