I'd like to tell Emma I know how it feels. It's not as if I've never lived. The first time, it's happiness all over. Happiness like a damp cloth on your skin. Later the doubt comes. Later is when the grieving starts.

Everything dangerous starts out as a joke.

"You just don't care about nothing. You so in love with yourself, you can't love nobody else. There's no room in that little heart for me and this baby."
She realized that she'd said it for him. There was something in his silence that lingered there, affirming what she'd said. It felt a little like breaking a spell. All that held her up from the clinic to this place, all the wishing that had her captive since she first saw him with the part on his hair so straight and his smile so quick and wicked, was gone, just like that.
-Laura Valeri

I wanted to run away from him, and I wanted to go to him.

...it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me?
-Jonathan Safran Foer