“Sometimes when he looks at me, I wonder if he can see where I’ve been, if he knows what I’ve felt. It makes me wonder what I don’t know about him, too, and the thought makes me feel, oddly, closer to him; it reminds me of us at the beginning, when we chose what to reveal and had the courtesy of shielding each other from things that were unpalatable, of being our best selves for the other, instead of knowing too much.”
