I've been an idiot to think that real life could have a happy ending

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.

She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. “You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one he’ll never forget.” “You are to me,” I say.

That's what happens to dreams, life gets in the way.

Her hands quieted. "Yeah. Because even if the law says that no one is responsible for anyone else, helping someone who needs it is the right thing to do." I sat down beside her, close enough that the skin of her arm hummed right next to mine. "You really believe that?" She looked down at her lap "Yeah." Then how," I asked, "can you walk away from me?

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.