Everything is changing. It has to. You can’t stop time.

“Love means constantly saying you’re sorry, and then doing better.”

A place where everything is familiar but nothing belongs to me.

shirt rippling to show off slices of his low back and

At the end of the first block of Easy Lane, Sabrina turns us down another

But a deeper part of me, a voice that’s always been there, tells me it was always going to end this way. That I’ve known since that first trip to Indiana that I would never be enough to make him happy, that I couldn’t give him the kind of love his parents had when my only education on the subject had been the one my parents had. Two days after our

And for the second time, I tuck myself into their tiny second-floor bathroom with the water running and sob into my knuckles, because I know I can’t take him back to San Francisco. Know I can’t bear to be the person who takes him away from where he belongs.

breathing hard in the cold. “I think I love you, Harriet,” he says. Love, I think. That’s new. And I’ll never be happy without it again.

Like we had nowhere to be, nothing to do but be together.”