She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life.

Anger has a way of returning.

You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.

It was like being at the bottom of an ocean, she said. There was no light and a whole ocean crushing down on you. But most people had gotten so used to it they thought it normal, they forgot even that there was a world above.

Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

A form wherein we can enjoy simultaneously what is best in both the novel and the short story form. My plan was to create a book that affords readers some of the novel's long-form pleasures but that also contains the short story's ability to capture what is so difficult about being human - the brevity of our moments, their cruel irrevocability.

Nobody warned me that when you fall in love, you really fall in love forever.