Wednesday, 14 April 2010

She had never been very expressive with her emotions, but he could always read her like a book - wayward punctuations, the detached relationship between words and sentences - and something told him that if he looked at her face right now, it'd be wearing an expression that meant her heart was breaking, and even though he could quote Chaucer and give shots and care for a chemotherapy patient, he didn't know how to deal with that.

Your broken heart was your own to bear and bury.

- from chapter three of My Girlfriend Who Lives in Canada by Quillslinger

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