Your hand fits mine like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

when you [lose someone], it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw

I thought of all the magazine article I'd read on mothers who worked and constantly felt guilty about leaving their children with someone else. I had trained myself to read pieces like that and silently say to myself, 'See how lucky you are?' But it had been gnawing at the inside, that part that didn't fit, that I never let myself even think about. After all, wasn't it a worse kind of guilt to be with your child and to know that you wanted to be anywhere but there?

if there isn’t a them, there can’t be an us.

I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.

Identification is not the same as knowing someone through and through.