As the most recently arrived to earthly life, children can seem in lingering possession of some heavenly lidless eye.
I don't care if I'm a fish, I still want a bicycle.
Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.
The affectionate farce I make of him ignores the ways I feel his lack of love for me. But we are managing.
I wondered about the half-life of regret.
She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.