Prayers are answered in one of four ways,” she said. “Yes. No. I have something else in mind. And . . .” She paused long enough for my impatience to show. “And what’s the fourth answer?” “Wait,” she said.

Words can be used as a bomb or balm.

I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano.

Zen cuts straight through the Quidditch match in progress and almost gets taken down by a Beater hurling a Nerf quaffle right at his machopartes.

And so I’ll let you go, and let it be. Whatever

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.

A relationship ends because you've outgrown it. It can begin again because you, as two, can fill the new shape.