You can fall ill with just a memory.

but his eyes were too dark for her to make out any spark in them

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

People took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few there were, and made a life from them. . . . Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.

Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

His scars were hidden and safe in her hand.