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“A Dingbat Lover (The Sonnet) Better be a dingbat in love, Than play ping-pong with hearts. Better be bonkers in sacrifice, Than an arrogant smartypants. Better give all without reserve, Than be selfish and just take. Better be wiped out in service, Than take greed to your grave. Better look idiot and learn, Than be proud and stagnant. Better be trusting and cheated, Than a cynic scraping love's remnant. There is no guarantee in life and love. If you want guarantee open a liquor shop.”

“Broken dreams are always painful… but… you were my naïve dream. Naïve and personal, and… realistic. I wasn’t a kid asking for the moon. I was a kid who wanted to sit with you on the roof under the pink sky and watch the sun go down. When a dream like this doesn’t come true, it hurts very much. And soon, we forget the scalding and heartache. That’s the worst part, the nothingness of the moment that once seemed eternal.”

“I can imagine a world where I learn to be alone, learn to cook for one, learn to make lists (don’t forget to water the plants, the trash doesn’t magically take itself out to the curb, laundry must be moved from washer to dryer) and set timers and reminders and alarms and calendar invites to myself. When the phone rings, it won’t be Aidan. Here in this white on white with white accents space, I can see my things for what they are rather than what they remind me of. The monkey-wearing-a-top-hat lamp we bought laughing until we cried at a flea market in Wisconsin is now in a Goodwill in North Carolina. This light fixture was ordered by my sister from a website specializing in things without a soul.”

“And as I find my space for one here in Los Angeles, I find I don’t miss Aidan. I crave the Aidan-spaced shape my side is permanently curled into. I don’t long for my husband; I long for the way his citrusy cologne (which does not smell the same on me and I am not ready to forgive the perfumer nor my body’s chemistry for this affront) smelled when he wasn’t in the room. I miss missing him.”

“Your standards aren’t the law, ma’am—with all due respect. Your daughter doesn’t have to become you to be extraordinary. She can choose differently. Live differently. And still be a miracle. You just need to stop looking down at her from where you stand— and look up from where I live. Then maybe you’ll see what I see. A goddess—with a heart.”

“It didn’t rise like a love song. It rose like a memory that refused to die. No longer a whisper— but a vow. Declared into the vastness of the universe. Each note struck like a heartbeat— sure, steady, full of fire. As though it had learned loss, and joy, and longing— and returned bearing all of it, just to lay it at her feet.”

“He loved her because of her heart—that wide, soft, terrifying heart. The one she carried so openly, so foolishly brave, like it wasn’t breakable at all. She knew it would get hurt. But carried it anyway. But a heart like that never comes cheap. And the currency was grief.”

“You can’t solve everything with philosophical quotes and mouse clicks. If I throw you in a lion’s cage, do you think it’ll care how many books you’ve read, or how fast you can multiply five-digit numbers? He will come for your throat. That’s how some people are. They’re just animals.”

“So he researched love. Turned out it was no different than religion. Everyone had their own definition. Their own rituals. People tortured each other and called it love. Abused each other, still called it love. Lied, cheated, betrayed—all under the same word. Some stayed married for 60 years: love. Some divorced and still raised their kids together: love. Some never met again but carried the ghost of a person forever: love.”

“Like I left a piece of myself in that little room of yours. Did you ever find it?” “I did,” he said gently. “But it wasn’t in my room. Found it lodged in the left chamber of my heart.” He exhaled—slow, steady. “Went to see a cardiologist about it once,” he murmured. “He ran all kinds of scans and said, ‘It’s lodged pretty deep in there. If we try to take it out, there’s a good chance you’ll bleed out before we can stitch you back up. So, it’s either we kill you trying… or you live with it for the rest of your life. I’m still living with it. My heart’s grown arteries and capillaries around it. It’s part of me now.”