One True Loves

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

But then you feel yourself growing stronger in that bed, as if you’re squeezing the tears out of yourself, wringing yourself dry of pain. You imagine yourself bleeding grief, as if the water from your eyes is the pain itself. You imagine it leaving your body and being soaked up by the mattress. You wake up one morning feeling dry and completely empty, so empty that if someone

knocked on you, you’d sound hollow.

Hollow and empty are terrible ways to feel when you’re used to being full of joy. But it’s not so bad when you’...

“How long has it been?” “A little over two years,” I said. “Is that a long time or a short time?”

And that meant that he knew that two years was both forever and just a moment ago.