'So much of life is about acceptance, falling in love included.
'The first two years of my illness: life, a foolish eddy swallowed by a riptide; I, a tiny bubble wanting nothing more than the water's surface, where I could either breathe or properly pop. Dash. I knew what it was with him, or what it was becoming. I didn't know much else. (Hadn't I imagined crawling into his bed? Hadn't I imagined him waking to my body? Hadn't I imagined...?)' (Introduction)