I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.
I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.
I know I should just leave. Just go. Because there’s a point where a mistake turns into a big mistake, and I should probably come to my senses before I get there.
This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to – I don’t give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.
I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me, A. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.
We all contain mysteries, especially when seen from the inside.
They don’t have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.
The world, right now, is only us.
Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.
She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.
It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.
When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.
Ted is smart and good-looking, but he doesn’t use it to good effect, like a rich person that never gives to charity.
Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was.
Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.
If you zoom close-if you get really close to someone, if you really get close to yourself-then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can’t see anything anymore.
There’s no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it’s in a flash or long after you’ve begged it to stop.
She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.
If goodness can’t come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.
If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.