I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

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.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.