"I tell you the story while we are both lying in bed. With our eyes half-shut, your fingers soft in my hair."

"At night the thought of your scandal asphyxiates me."

"In our eagerness to become them, we ceased to search for the words to describe ourselves."

"In July, he told me he was high on coke and that he really missed me, wished I lived in Minneapolis, couldn’t wait to see me again in the fall. I can’t stay mad at him for so long. Few people I care so little about care so deeply about me."