You think Im cute He said thinkly pulling on her hand.She was glad he couldnt see her face. I think youre...Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.

The first time hed held her hand it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

What are the chances youd ever meet someone like that he wondered. Someone you could love forever someone who would forever love you back And what did you do when that person was born half a world away The math seemed impossible.

Holding Eleanors hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete and completely alive.

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art and art wasnt supposed to look nice it was supposed to make you feel something.

Hed stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it anyway in dreams and lies and broken-down dj vu.