This is the whole stupid thing about all these unblood relationships. They depend on people staying the same, standing in the same spot they were in over a decade ago, when they first met. Surely the reality is that connections between people aren't permanent, but fleeting and random, like a solar eclipse or clouds meeting in the sky. They exist in a constantly moving universe full of constantly moving objects.

She had shrunk for him and he still hadn't found the space he needed. No more.

Well, what would you say if I said that I have visited my other lives, and I think I have chosen this one?''I would think you were insane. But I'd still like you.''Well, I have. I have had many lives.'He smiled. 'Great. Is there one where you kiss me again?''There is one where you buried my dead cat.'He laughed. 'That's so cool, Nor. The thing I like about you is that you always make me feel normal'And that was it.

It wasn’t just the loss of people I had known but also the loss of myself. The loss of who I had been when I had been with them.