Wonderland was all we had in common, after all; Wonderland was what was denied the two of us. I had denied him his; he had denied me mine.

Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.

Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem impossible. It was the first time I’d ever had the feeling of missing someone I was still with.

1I smiled bitterly, a defeated man pitifully begging a God in whom he had never trusted.

Šviesos karys naudojasi vienatve, bet neleidžia, kad ji juo naudotųsi.

Feeling and careing are often overlooked and are seen simply as kindness