He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view.

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

Hope keeps you alive.

You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.

This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again