Temía ir a los conciertos con Adam. No era por celos ni porque no fuera mi estilo de música. De hecho, me encantaba verlo tocar. Cuando estaba en el escenario, era como si la guitarra se convirtiera en una prolongación natural de su cuerpo.

Pero la persona que eres esta noche es la misma de la que estaba enamorado ayer, la misma de la que estaré enamorado mañana. Me gusta que seas frágil y dura, callada y chispeante. Joder, eres una de las chicas más punkis que conozco, sea cual sea la música que escuches o la ropa que vistas.

Except Allyson doesn't know about Saba (yet) or about kishkes (officially speaking, though she knows what they are and how to listen to them and she will never ever stop doing this). And she doesn't have the words to tell Willem what she needs to tell him.So she doesn't use words. She licks her thumb and rubs it against he wrist.Stained.Willem grabs her wrist, rubs his own thumb against it. Does the same to his own wrist, just to make it clear.Stained.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing.

A journey of 1,000 miles starts with just 10 digits.

Her eyes were open, then on me again like they never left.

Maybe he was overwhelmed, like I am overwhelmed, by that mysterious intersection where love meets luck, where fate meets will. Because he'd been waiting for her. And there she was.

If you could know going in that twenty-five years of love would break you in the end, would you risk it? Because isn’t it inevitable? When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you’ll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.

And just in general, I'm better. Better than I've been since Bram died, and in some ways better than I was even before that. No, Lulu didn't break my hear. But I'm beginning to wonder if in some roundabout way, she fixed it.