Phantom Limbs

I didn't know how I'd ever extricate her from myself. It would take somewhere between a long time and never. And really, if her dad was going to live here and she was going to visit, it leaned more toward never. She might always be my phantom limb. She might always hurt.

— Broke my heart and put it together again. About loss, grief, and moving on + a very beautiful M/F friendship at the center. What a book!