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The thing is, being lonely is like walking in the cold without a coat. It's uncomfortable, but eventually you go numb. Once you get used to not being lonely, though, the shock of going back is like having your down comforter yanked off at six o'clock on a Minnesota December morning.

It won't be like this forever. One day, someone's going to want your voice as the soundtrack to the rest of their life.

I know I miss you because it happens in daylight. When I’m driving down a road with a view and the sun is hitting me, I think of how good you’d look beside me. And how great your laugh would sound, joining me when I’m out with friends. Or how much warmer the bed would be with you in it.

“I know there may be universes out there where I made different choices and they led me somewhere else, led me to someone else. And my heart breaks for every single version of me that didn’t end up with you.”

Love was always the Wolf I could never resist reaching out for. Even when it consumed me. Even when there was nothing left of me.

“She now saw life as an open wound. A shallow promise. A dark thing that should have loved her but instead tried to drown her.”