…You don’t want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know?

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

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

Not for the first time, I wished both of us could just say what we meant. But that, like so much else, was impossible

We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for a while. Maybe even forever. That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.

It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.