You don't love someone because they're perfect," she says. "You love them in spite of the fact that they're not." I don't know how to respond to that; it's like being told after thirty-five years that the sky, which I've seen as a brilliant blue, is in fact rather green.

I would figure out, later, how to explain to my boss that, for me, Delia will never be a story, but a happy ending.

You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?

There were some people who hit your life so hard, they left a stain on your future.

You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.

Betrayal was a stone beneath a mattress of thr bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.