Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.

I never belonged anywhere until I met you.