Sometimes I fell asleep thinking about her and woke thinking about her the next day. Sometimes I remembered with incredulity that, just a few months before, I’d hardly thought of her at all. It encouraged me to believe that I could easily return to that state – it would require no more effort than opening a window or changing my shoes. But every day, under every aspect of my life, Olivia ran like a stream. In this world only one of us two could be happy, I thought. Why shouldn’t the bluebird of happiness fly my way?
