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Still I asked myself, Would I have wanted to hear about someone's divorce? Would I have moved toward them? Or would I have assumed it was too private to talk about, or that they were a bit un-hinged, and moved away? I hope I would have chosen the for-mer, but I'm not sure.

I had never thought about this before how a closed-ended response, no matter how well-intentioned, can feel like an ending the declining of an invitation to engage.

Others moved away from me, often literally, a few slow steps away from the heat of me. It was the equivalent of New York friends who responded to my news with texts like, "T'1l be thinking of you," or I had never thought about this before how a closed-ended response, no matter how well-intentioned, can feel like an ending the declining of an invitation to engage.

Others moved away from me, often literally, a few slow steps away from the heat of me. It was the equivalent of New York friends who responded to my news with texts like, "I’ll be thinking of you," or "Sending love to you and the kids." These responses, though kind, felt distancing, a turning away when I had flung my doors wide open.

The speed of our beginning and the speed of our ending, of his exit, felt like matching bookends. The both came out of nowhere. The both left me reeling. In both instances, he was definitive, certain. There was no gray area. The switch went on and then it went off. He wanted it, he wanted me. And then he didn’t.

Scientists have proven that reading fiction makes people more em-pathic, improves their disposition and emotional intelligence. People, in other words, need stories. But stories also need people. An unread book is a caged animal, trapped between paper walls. They want read-ing, need it. To open a book is to set a story free.

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift," she'd chant to herself as she brushed her teeth. "It's not happy people who are grateful, it's grateful people who are happy,"

So Jimmy was shot? I should have seen that coming

welp. and then they kiss….

uh oh I feel like this is the beginning of something…

The Trial. I love how this mysery is unfolding. Who shot who? Did Gabriel shoot Frank?

like how old are the on the “before” are teens doing this romantic stuff. lining walkways with candles. setting up a romantic dinner

"We are the roses that grew in the midnight soil," he says, eyes bright as candles now. "Our thorns are sharp enough to prick. We are watered by life, and with its bounty, our roots grow deep, our blooms unmarred by age. In fact, for us, time fortifies, renders us more noble. We are no monster, no mean thing. We are nature's finest flower."

some physicists argue that every event with multiple outcomes splits the world into alternate realities. it’s called the “ many-worlds interpretation “ and if correct, it means there is another reality where Ned sits back down, waits for his appointment