Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Jump or stay in the boat.

When I first met you, that's what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I'm going to love this person because even the sky looks different.

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings.

She yanked my plate away and took it to the sink. She rinsed some bones that looked like pork shoulder, which was weird since we'd had chicken tonight.

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.