“I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.”

“I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.”

“And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”

“Saying it it loud, she felt every inch of distance between them.”

“I suddenly felt entirely weak, unable, and inadequate to bridge the gap between myself and these men. Then I realized I didn't have to bridge that chasm. That wasn't my responsibility. My responsibility was simply to be there, and to trust that the Lord would use me, that He would bridge the distance.”

“Come here. I need to hold on to you." She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.”