"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"I prayed for him. I waited for him. I loved him. I cried over him. I lost weight over him. I was desperate over him. I was so sure he was it. So. Stinking. Sure."