After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

I just do the best I can under the circumstances.

I remembered Owen telling me how music had saved him in Phoenix, that it drowned everything out, and it was the same for me now. As long as I had something to listen to, I could blur the things I didn't want to think about, if not block them out completely.

Look, the point is there's no way to be a hundred percent sure about anyone or anything. So you're left with a choice. Either hope for the best or just expect the worst.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.