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.