Some things are created to be together.

And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.

It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.

Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving let's you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as why's, you can love those parts too, and it's a love at once more complicated and more complete.

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?