No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.

Why is it upset? Shouldn't it be downset?

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.'

I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance.

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

All along — not only since she left, but for a decade before — I had been imagining her without listening, without knowing that she made as a poor a window as I did. And so I could not imagine her as a person who could feel fear, who could feel isolated in a roomful of people, who could be shy about her record collection because it was too personal to share. Someone who might have read travel books to escape having to live in the town that so many people escape to. Someone who — because no one thought she was a person — had no one to really talk to.

Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce.