Sometimes lies are more dependable than truth. I told myself every single one that had cause to break a heart. I want to tell myself one, believe in it, and feel whole again. The reality of the other person lies not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.

She’s in Heaven with him. They always deserved to be with each other. I never thought to ask how they knew. My last days with her weren’t exactly ones of reality. Everyone I knew there stepped out of life as we knew it and talked about anything but. Each time I stepped into that room, all colour and sensibility fell away. That… was supposed be normal.