I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

“I realized all thosetimes I'd felt people stareat me, their faces had been pict…”

“This is a 911? You know you only text that when someone is dead or dying. You s…”

“With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. …”

“People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.”