Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.

So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.

It was a basic plot in any number of her books: girl strikes out, makes good, finds love, gets revenge. In that order. The making good and striking out part I liked. The rest would just be bonus.

Needing was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part. But as with giving help and accepting it, we had to do both to be made complete-like links overlapping to form a chain, or a lock finding the right key.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.