Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.

Life isn't fair," Owen told her. "Get used to it.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.

Change is inevitable, though," he replied. "As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.

I'm really interested in the idea of anomynity and familiarity. And sunglasses, you know, are so indicatitve of that. I mean, they're worn by some people to hide themselves. But they're also a fashion statement, meant to be noticed. So there's a dichotomy there.

But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.

Clearly, sharing something could take you a long way, or at least to a different place than you'd planned. Like a friendship or a family, or even jsut alone on a curb on a Saturday, trying to get your bearings as best you can.