Already things are changing; it´s starting with small shit but oh it´s starting, the change, the irrevocable, impossible change.

I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending?

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.

So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection.

I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.

I know one thing about men," Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.

A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.