I was simply willing to share my life with you.

Which is a different thing, and I think you never understood the difference, and that turned out to be the whole problem.”

I watched that distinction fail to land in him, and it told me everything about why we had ended where we did. Ours. He had said it without hesitation — it was going to be ours — the moment he understood the size of the number, as though a marriage license were a claim ticket you presented to collect half of a person’s life.

And in that one word I heard the entire architecture of how Jonathan understood other people, which was as things to be acquired.