Theme from Chapter 5:
All my friends were married or getting married and I wanted to get married too. So when a cute, interesting guy and I became friends at work, and became close over ice cream cones and long walks at lunch, I thought, Yes! Here’s my guy. I didn’t think of really knowing him, didn’t know what really knowing him meant — didn’t know myself. I though marriage. From our first “date.” I begged God for him, even told God that I would not ask for anything else. I was stupid. Close is sometimes not at all close. Sometimes, close is physical proximity with utter distance.