Evidence of the Affair

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

It is funny the crazy things our brains make up to save us from the truth.

I’ve always been struck by the idea that you can’t be all that happy something has returned if it doesn’t go away in the first place.

Sometimes I think mine might turn to stone any minute now, and yet every time I see you I soften, reminded of how you still choose kindness over anger at every step.

It seems as if you see me exactly as I wish to be seen. There is no greater gift than that.