Some people don't know how to fall in love, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then they figure it out.

Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

It felt as though they were the only people in the world, two young women about to bury the symbol of their helplessness, as if that's all it would take to make them whole again.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.