Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really mattered. You became each other's constant.

“If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind…”

“All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's …”

“Hunger, she often tells me, has nothing to do with the belly and everything to …”

“Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I kn…”