I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.

You talked to me, but you didn’t. I could see you having these two-sided conversations. The things you wanted to say to me. And the words that actually came out.

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

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

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

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.