Jackie?" "It wasn't your fault.

Time would not change what I was feeling--or not feeling. I'd had time, and though the ache from his desertion hadn't disappeared, it was decreasing. My future was blurry, yes, but I was beginning to imagine a future when I would no longer miss him at all.

"Choosing to be with you, isn't a difficult decision, Jacqueline"... "It's easy. Incredibly easy."

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.