“Every morning when I wake up I forget for a fraction of a second that you are gone and I reach for you.  All I ever find is the cold side of the bed.  My eyes settle on the picture of us in Paris, on the bedside table, and I am overjoyed that even though the time was brief I loved you and you loved me.”

–Craigslist Posting, Chicago 2009, qtd in Taylor Jenkins Reid’s Forever Interrupted