From A Distance, It Makes Perfect Sense

It Just Took Some People A Little Longer Than Others To Realize How Few Words They Needed To Get By, How Much Of Life They Could Negotiate In Silence.

It Felt Good, The Whole Family Together On A Sunny Morning In A Wholesome Environment. If It Hadn't Been For The Warshiping God Part, He Would Have Happily Attended Church On A Regular Basis.

Jill Felt An Emptiness Open Inside Of Her As She Lifted Her Arm, A Sense That Something Vital Was Being Subtracted From Her Life. It Was Always Like That When Somebody You Cared About Went Away, Even When You Knew It Was Inevitable, And It Probably Wasn't Your Fault.

She Told Her Therapist It Reminded Her Of Coming Home The Summer After Her Freshman Year At Rutgers, Stepping Back Into The Warm Bath Of Family And Friends, Loving It For A Week Or Two, And Then Feeling Trapped, Dying To Return To School, Missing Her Roommates And Her Cute New Boyfriend, The Classes And The Parties And The Giggly Talks Before Bed, Understanding For The First Time That That Was Her Real Life Now, That This, Despite Everything She'd Ever Loved About It, Was Finished For Good.

From A Distance, It Makes Perfect Sense That The People And The Things You Think Will Save You Are The Very Ones That Have The Power To Disappoint You Most Bitterly, But Up Close It Can Hit You As A Bewildering Surprise.