Things will get worse before they get better.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.

Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?

I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain.

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.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

What have you done? What have you given up?' So many things, Cecily. More than you know.