Oh, are we at the insult part of the breakup?" she says. "Because I got in a lot of practice after what happened with Will. I have several choice things to say about her nose.

I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.

Oh. I just assumed... That because I am so absorbed by him everyone must be too.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.

Why are you constantly escorting me places?” I say. “Isn’t there a depraved activity you’re supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or spying on girls while they change, or something?

Sometimes drastic change requires drastic measures.