I remember the first time I left town after having a boyfriend.  I don’t know if he was really a boyfriend because he still had a wife.  I was in England for a week or maybe ten days.  When I returned he was waiting at LAX, at the end of that long hall you come through after customs.  When I saw him I felt so happy and excited.  I hugged and kissed him for a long time.  I didn’t want to let go.  I never knew it was possible to miss someone that much.

Then everyone kept dying, and I decided I wasn’t going to miss people that much anymore.