Same Moon

"My own life meant little to me today."


"Wouldn’t he, indifferent as he might be, want me to be as happy as possible under the circumstances? Wouldn’t enough friendly emotion linger for him to want that much for me? I thought he would."


"Was I dying again, then? I didn’t like it—this wasn’t as good as the last time."


"What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn’t even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through?"


"Life seemed dark enough at the moment so I let myself cheat. The hole—holes now—were already aching, so why not? I pulled out the memory—not a real memory that would hurt too much, but the false memory of his voice in my mind this afternoon—and played it over and over in my head until I fell asleep with the tears still streaming calmly down my empty face."


"Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore."