I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.

What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.

When I'm with him, there is someone with me in my house of grief, someone who knows its architecture as I do, who can walk with me, from room to sorrowful room, making the whole rambling structure of wind and emptiness not quite as scary, as lonely as it was before.

But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.