“I had fallen in love with a smart, quirky man who was, alas, emotionally unavailable–a recurring theme in my life–and the collapse of this relationship left me bereft. (Actually, miles beyond bereft, but gasping for air or falling into a useless and pathetic mass of protoplasm seem melodramatic, accurate as these phrases might be.)” -Victoria Zackham, “Wonder Dog”, Cherished: 21 writers on Animals They Have Loved and Lost (ed. Barbara Abercrombie)
This made me laugh ruefully.