“I sent Linden back to New Zealand. Green card ran out. It was either that, or get married.”
“What was wrong with her?”
“Absolutely nothing,” Seven confessed. “SHe cleaned like a banshee, never let me wash a dish. She listened to everything I had to say, she was a hurricane in bed. She was absolutly crazy about me, and believe it or not, I was the one for her. It was like, ninety eight percent perfect.”
“What about the other two percent?”
“You tell me. Something was missing. I couldn’t tell you what it was, if you asked, but it was off. And if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it’s one thing if the missing two percent is like, a fingernail. But when it’s the heart, that’s a whole different ball of was.” He turned to me. “I didn’t cry when she got on the plane. She lived with me for four years, and when she walked away, I didn’t feel much of anythign at all.”
“Well, I had the other problem. I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in.”
“What happened then?”
“What else? It broke.”

-- My Sister's Keeper