Sublime

Sadie felt a swelling of love and of worry for him—what was the difference in the end?

nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.

People are supposed to care. It’s good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they’re gone.

“Falling in love is really quite simple,” she says. “You want to know the secret? It’s the same thing we are all doing about life every single day.” I look to her. “Forget there’s an ending.”