This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder

The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

There was a fine line between love and hate you heard that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness one day to feel like an intrusion.

You can be strapped to the most stable chair and still feel the world give way beneath you.

There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

I knew her well enough to understand that when Delia pushed you away, it was her way of making sure she didn't get shoved first.