"I like you," he said. He made it sound as if she was bound to disagree with him. She nodded. His face said he was telling her something very important. He said, "I mean it. Whatever happens, you have to believe that."

Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges.

I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.

Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.

Should we say something?’ Cal asks. ‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest. He nods. ‘Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.