Everybody knows the competing identities of people who have kids.
So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!
His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.
We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.