She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.

Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.

Lena always described how she dreaded and mourned things before they even happened. Carmen was beginning to suspect that she was permitting herself to mourn this long separation only now that it was over.

I love you, I'll never stop.

I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.