That cake tasted good. But the cake in the garbage tasted better. It was the best cake I ever ate.

I'm going to die. And as if that weren't bad enough, I'm going to die inside a cake.

Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When you lose someone you were close to, you have to reassess your picture of the world and your place in it. The more your identity was wrapped up with the deceased, the more difficult the loss.

When you lose someone you truly care about, there are no words. Just the pain of pure emotional entanglement. The hardest part is trying to unravel it, once they're gone.

Time and space doesn't dictate how we feel about others, but it does put an exclamation point on a loss...

Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.