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.

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.

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

I love you, I'll never stop.

There was no time for kissing but she wanted him to know that in the future there would be. A kiss in so much loneliness was like a hand pulling you up out of the water, scooping you up from a place of drowning and into the reckless abundance of air. A kiss, another kiss.