Sarah called an old friend.
"I can love and not be stupid, right?"
"What are you talking about? It's late."
"Well, I keep falling in love with assholes, and I stay with them so long, like I'm some kind of idiot."
"I told you, you're one of the smartest people I know."
"Can't I have that feeling, but be smart enough to do something about it if something goes wrong? I mean, can't I still be myself? Can't I remember who I am?"
"I'll remind you. I always remind you."
"What about now, Jackie? Am I who I am?"
"Aw, honey, I notice you've changed lately. But maybe you're changing into more yourself. You're funny lately, girl. But it's so real."
"Oh my God. 
I just thought of something."
"What?"
"Well, I was thinking I've got to protect myself. I can't keep giving away my heart. And I guess I think that because I'm worried I'll use it up or wear it out. But then I thought of that saying, 'You can't take it with you.' I can't take it with me, Jackie. I can't take my love to the other world. I've got to use it here. I don't know how long I'll be here. I can't plan some rationing plan."
"What other world?"
For a moment, Sarah saw it, dark with flashing lights. Planes of color at odd angles. Everything moving so fast you couldn't touch anything. No, you are what's moving. You are not you. There is no you.
"I don't know, Jackie. When you die."