Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.

The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out at it, ‘Why did you take her? You, surrounded by all of your twinkling stars and infinite wonders and darkness. There’s already enough beauty where you are.

What was closure if not a clock? Not an end as everyone imagined, but a beginning.

Being loved is the problem, because love is a demand - when you're loved, someone wants more of you.

For a minute, the fantasy frightened her, but ultimately, this fear saved her from feeling alone.

A lot of people, especially psychoanalysts, assume that happiness can only be found in a couple - but not all of us are made for a relationship.