I never wanted to live forever," she says. "I just wanted enough time.

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

There was a desperate undercurrent to our marriage--a feeling of being in a dream from which I couldn't seem to awaken. A nagging sense that my life, laid out so neatly like the clothes Deirdre left on my divan, was no longer my own.

and I've always known it, the way I love a song I hear for the first time, even before I know all the words, the way I love my favorite color, and the way that the train would speed past my bedroom when it was very quiet and I'd feel it in my stomach rushing through me. I love you in a way that I've never felt needed to be said.

A feeling can't kill you.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.