So It Goes
When the last song was over, I felt her breath on my chest.
There is not one person in this world that is not cripplingly sad about something. You remember that before you open your mouth.
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
by Kurt Vonnegut,
But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.