It’s good to share a life—and it’s good to share minutes and hours, too, Danny thinks. With a wife. With a husband. With a boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend. With a fling. With a brother.

I don't have the heart to tell him that's the wrong way to think about the world. There will always be more questions Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.