So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.

Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.

It's not always so simple, Haven. Sometimes there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. Sometimes even the ones you want to believe turn out to be liars.

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.

When he stopped walking and kissed me a few minutes later, it was like time had stopped, with the air, my heart, and the world all so still. And it was this I remembered every other time I was with Marshall.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.