He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

There are degrees of obsession, of awareness, of grief, of insanity.

Don't be a person who seeks out grief. There is enough of that in this life." …I thought that it was more likely the opposite. I must have shut grief out. Found it in books. Cried over fiction instead of truth. The truth was unconfined, unadorned... the truth was vast enough to drown in.

Things I need: The Californian sunshine. A more convincing smile.