Memorial

And then he’ll change his mind? I say.
I don’t know about that. It could look like a lot of things. But that’s when he’ll make the decision he wants to make, as opposed to the one that he thinks he should. Or the one that’s actually the easiest path forward.

We didn’t actually decide anything, between the two of us. But a nondecision is a choice in itself.

There are plenty of things we should be talking about, but here we are, talking around exactly all of them.

Everybody’s somebody’s villain.

I still hadn’t learned that there is a finite number of people who will ever be interested in you.

Sora took another swallow from his can, and his father squeezed his shoulder, and the kid made a face that shook me, because I knew it all too well. But I didn’t say a word.

I guess that’s the thing: we take our memories wherever we go, and what’s left are the ones that stick around, and that’s how we make a life.

It started raining and then she was there, he said.

Delayed, sure. Present nonetheless.

I saw the creases on his forehead. I saw the bend of his nose. His big-ass ears.

All of these were his gifts to me. The only ones he’d given me.