There is something so intimate about saying the truth out loud. There is something so intimate about hearing the truth said. There is something so intimate about sharing the truth, even if you are not entirely sure what it means.
Feeling someone else’s anger is bad; being left alone is worse.
I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.
By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.
That lasting things do, in fact, last.
I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.
Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.
So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.
There is always something new to learn about the person you love.
It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It’s a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.
When distractions are manifold, it’s best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.
It’s one of the secrets of strength: We’re so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.
The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.
I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.
The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.
Maybe, it’s not the distance that’s the problem, but how you handle it.
And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn’t make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.
I’ll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.
I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don’t realize you’re on the floor.
I don’t want to steal anybody’s story. I very much want to use the stories that I hear to get lost in my mind, to tell a larger story.