There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

What would you do if you had to choose?

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

It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That's how life works.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.