I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.

You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?