This is my new hobby. I watch my life depart minute by minute. I anticipate the end of everything and anything -- a conversation, a class, track practice, darkness -- only to be left with more clock-watching to take its place. I'm continually waiting for something better that never comes. Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted.

Ever notice how people wait until they're not going to see you anymore to say something nice to you?

Why do you even put up with me?' 'I'm not putting up with you,' he said, softly. 'I'm loving you.

As much as I don't care about those things, I think it's human nature to not want to feel totally insignificant.

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.

It's just Jessica and Marcus, oxymoronically alone together.

Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow