We writers are resilient souls.

I miss something I never even had.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.