Hey," He Said. "it's Someday." He Said

Their Friendship Was Only One Aspect Of Their Lives But It Seemed To Give Meaning To All The Others.

She'd Cried Over A Broken Heart Before. She Knew What That Felt Like, And It Didn't Feel Like This. Her Heart Felt Not So Much Broken As Just ... Empty. It Felt Like She Was An Outline Empty In The Middle. The Outline Cried Senselessly For The Absent Middle. The Past Cried For The Present That Was Nothing.

Maybe There Is More Truth In How You Feel Than In What Actually Happens.

You Hold On To Old Experiences: Injuries, Injustices, And Great Love Affairs, Too. And You Hold Them In Your Joints And Your Organs, And Wear Them On Your Skin.

For The First Time She Saw That The Nurse's Name Was Tabitha.