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

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

Separating them were two layers of brick, a few inches of plaster, and nine years of silence.

Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do.

She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose.

In fact, they didn't talk much at all, but they spent time together, each in his own abyss, held safe and tight by the other's silence.

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