I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they’ve become. Maybe that’s why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

Love made us partners in narcissism, and we talked ceaselessly about how close we were, how perfect our connection was, like we were the first people in history to ever get it exactly right.

You're terrified of being alone. Anything you do now will be motivated by that fear. You have to stop worrying about finding love again. It will come when it comes. Get comfortable with being alone. It will empower you.

What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it’s for the last time?

It's hard to imagine her ever having felt lost, but it's impossible to know the people your parents were before they were your parents.

I loved her for so long. Our past trails behind us like a comet's tail, the future stretched out before us like the universe. Things happen. People get lost and love breaks.