30 Quotes About The-answers

The late-afternoon light was thick and orange and she passed four different couples taking photos of themselves on the same cobblestoned block, all their loves endlessly recorded and reviewed, ever and ever, a little archive of two.

I needed nothing and was needed nowhere. I almost doubted I was alive.

She missed his nothing. It had felt like something.

It depressed me to think that I might have been looking at another person but seeing only myself.

It was grotesque and eerie, too strange of a dream.

Past love is as good as a past dream, intangible, impossible to share.

I barely managed to do the small talk—the what-do-you-do, the where-are-you-from, the what-neighborhood, the what-college, the despair of trying to explain oneself.

Maybe it was just my life, my strange and always stranger life, taking all the life out of me.

Though he felt a little guilt over disappearing, it wasn't even guilt, just sadness over not even wanting to call her.