“In my mother I recognise the trap that has been set for all of us: the narrative of love that has no happy ending. Our whole lives we are raised to look for love, to yearn for it, to hope for the day we will meet it and know it, and take it for our own. We build our future on the dream we are sold of an unbreakable two. Find your love, and build your life. There is no script for how to say goodbye. There is no story written about how to stay alive when your live is dead. There is no manual for farewells. I have never seen sadness like I saw in my parents' eyes as they were letting each other go. They gazed at one another and exchanged their lives back and forth in silent memories, and they didn't look away. No word were spoken, but every breath was theirs together.”