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“Do you think your mom would be okay with it?” “Mom’s not here,” Hadley says. “I guess she caught the first wedding.”
DAMN
That’s the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see him again.
In the end, it’s not the changes that will break your heart; it’s that tug of familiarity.
It was his fault, all of it, and yet her hatred for him was the worst kind of love, a tortured longing, a misguided wish that made her heart hammer in her chest. She couldn’t ignore the disjointed sensation that they were now two different pieces of two different puzzles, and nothing in the world could make them fit together again.
“Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?”
“I suppose you’re not dreading yours half as much as I’m dreading mine?” “Don’t be too sure,” he says stiffly. He’d been sitting close, his body angled toward hers, but now he moves away again, just barely, but enough so that she notices.
I hope it is not his wedding
He’s like a song she can’t get out of her head. Hard as she tries, the melody of their meeting runs through her mind on an endless loop, each time as surprisingly sweet as the last, like a lullaby, like a hymn, and she doesn’t think she could ever get tired of hearing it.
He’s getting married, she thinks, marveling at the very idea of it. Married. All this she’s known for months—that he’s starting a new life today, a life with someone who’s not Mom—but until now it was only ever just words, the vaguest of notions, the kind of future occasion that seems like it might not ever actually happen, that sneaks up on you like the monsters in childhood stories, all fur and teeth and claws, without any real substance.
“No one is useless in this world,” it reads, “who lightens the burden of it for any one else.”
“What are you really studying?” He leans back to look at her. “The statistical probability of love at first sight.”
“People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.”
