Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else.

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own heart. You’ve changed me more than you know, and will always be a part of everything I am. That’s one thing I’ve learned from this. No one you love is ever truly lost.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

On December 8, 1921, when the Leopoldina set sail for Europe, we were on board. Our life together had finally begun. We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts-and we wanted it all.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved