If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.

the letters are mixed up. U and I should be together.

I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other

You build a wall to keep something unwanted out … or to hold something precious in.

It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.