Melancholy

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye.

She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that's important.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.