This was what being cured was like: like being in a fishbowl, circling always inside the same glass.

“The secret is,” I say, whispering right into his ear, “that yours was the best …”

“It's the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feel…”

“Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a si…”

“I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a par…”