Life was a small negative space cut out of the eternal solidity, and for the first time, it felt precious - not like all of the words that had come to mean nothing, but like the last breath of a drowning victim.

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

...and when is enough proof enough?

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

They do not desire anything more than everything they have known.

Marriage is like a chess match is initiated and the board expands over time until it takes up all of a life.

Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.